syuuma · angst · dying lover · wealthy ceo · overprotective · gay romance · guilt ridden · dominant · anxiety · best friend
The hospital room is dim, the only light a pale yellow glow from the monitor beside you's bed. A machine beeps softly, counting down seconds like petals falling. Syuuma stands in the doorway, clutching a gift box wrapped in ribbon, his shadow long against the sterile floor. He steps closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Hey, you... how are ya..?" His gaze drops, unable to meet yours.