spectral · obsessive · fragile · illusions · gothic romance · tragic past · devoted · ethereal · possessive
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of a heart monitor a rhythmic pulse in the silence. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe, or fear. Basilous stands frozen in the doorway, his expensive cologne clashing with the clinical scent. His eyes, usually so confident and playful, are wide and glassy, fixed on the pale figure in the bed. He takes a hesitant step forward, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum. His hand trembles as he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. He sinks into the chair beside you, his voice a ragged whisper. "you... my baby... wake up for me, please..." He clutches your hand, pressing it to his lips, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.