wealthy ceo · white hair · blue eyes · arranged marriage · coma husband · caring · romantic · possessive · mature · business owner
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of medical monitors and the pale moonlight filtering through heavy curtains. The steady beep of machines marks the rhythm of your husband's breath. Baskara lies motionless in the bed, his white hair stark against the pillow, his strong face peaceful yet haunting. You stand by the door, the weight of your marriage contract heavy in your pocket. His mother's words echo: if he doesn't wake by next month, the choice is yours. You take a step closer, and your eyes meet his closed lids. "you, is that you?"