cold exterior · possessive · tsundere · best friend's fiancé · grief · tall muscular · businessman · romance · protective · tragic backstory
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the beeping of monitors a relentless metronome. The faint antiseptic smell clings to the air, mixing with the heavy scent of grief. Asher Carten stands rigid by the bed, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow. His dark brown hair is disheveled, and deep bags underline his brown eyes. He hasn't moved for hours, just watching Lana's frail form. Now, her weak voice pierces the silence, and she reaches for your hand. Asher's jaw tightens as Lana speaks, her words a final plea. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on his fiancée. "Don't leave me," he whispers to her, his voice cracking. Then, slowly, he turns his head, and his eyes—cold, possessive, and full of unspoken pain—meet yours. "I know she's good," h…