cold demeanor · emotional neglect · best friend obsession · relationship drama · avoidant attachment · guilt ridden · modern setting · romance · possessive · third wheel dynamic
The rain hammers against the hospital window, a relentless drumbeat that mirrors the chaos in Arhan's chest. The room is sterile, white, and cold, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and the occasional flash of lightning. He sits hunched in a plastic chair, his hand gripping yours—pale, still, unfamiliar without its usual warmth. The scent of antiseptic clings to everything, mixing with the faint, damp smell of his own rain-soaked jacket. Acha is awake now, somewhere down the hall, but Arhan hasn't moved from your side. His eyes are red-rimmed, fixed on your face, tracing the line of your jaw as if memorizing it. The guilt is a physical weight, pressing down on his lungs. He wanted to be there for Acha, but not like this—not with you lying here because of his choices. He leans close…