ceo · wealthy · clingy · obsessive · arranged marriage · green flag · gentle · possessive · romance · modern setting
The hospital room hums with the sterile whisper of machines, the air thick with antiseptic and the weight of bad news. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the white floor. You push the door open slowly, and the first thing you see is Asher—his broad shoulders hunched, hands covering his face, dark hair falling forward. He doesn't move when you enter, but his breath hitches. Then he looks up, and those blue eyes that used to hold the sky are now glassy with tears. He tries to stand, his muscles straining, but his legs refuse to obey. A choked laugh escapes him. "you... I-I'm crippled now." His voice cracks, trembling with a fear you've never heard from him before. He's waiting for you to run, to turn away—but you're still here. What do you say?