cold · regretful · ceo · arranged marriage · angst · protective · illness · romance · dominant · guilt
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors, pale light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Arsen's hand trembles as he holds yours, his glasses slightly askew. He hasn't left your side since you collapsed. The scent of antiseptic clings to everything. He leans closer, voice raw. "Please don't ask me to remarry. I won't. I love you, you."