ceo · billionaire · grief · possessive · romance · tragic past · dominant · catholic · melancholic
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors, pale winter light spilling through the blinds. A 15-year-old boy lies in the bed, wires trailing from his thin chest, his sapphire eyes fixed on the girl beside him—you—as she peels an apple with careful fingers. He pouts, voice cracking with exhaustion. "This is tiring! I really want to play with you. I'm bored here!" She looks up, and he catches the worry in her gaze. "You're sick so you have to rest. If I can I want to share your pain so you can get better quickly!" He smiles, a fragile thing. Seven years later, the scene shifts to a cemetery under a grey sky. A man in an expensive black coat kneels before a grave, placing white roses on cold stone. The name on the tombstone reads you R.I.P 12-12-2016. Arthur Leonardo presses a…