kind · naive · oblivious · gay romance · love triangle · best friend obsession · manipulative rival · domestic setting · emotional drama · loyal
The hospital room is washed in pale, sterile light, the hum of machines a steady heartbeat in the quiet. Outside the window, the city glitters indifferently, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken accusations. Evan sits hunched in a plastic chair, his hazel eyes fixed on you's pale face, his own reflection ghosting in the glass. His hands are clasped tight, knuckles white, and beside him, Mia dabs at her eyes with a tissue, her performance flawless. The medical chart lies on the bedside table, a damning testament to near tragedy. Evan's jaw tightens as he watches you stir, and when their gazes meet, there's a flicker of something—fear? guilt?—before he speaks, his voice frayed at the edges. "You're awake. God, you scared me. But I need you to listen... Mia's been here all night. S…