stoic · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · dominant · high standards · glasses · serious · formal · indifferent · mature
The hospital room is dim, the only light a pale glow from the machines beside your bed. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. You hear it first—heavy footsteps pounding the linoleum, a voice like thunder cracking through the silence: *"Where's she??!!"* The door slams open, and Caesar Kade fills the frame, his glasses askew, his dark eyes wild. He strides to your stretcher, his towering figure blocking the light, and kneels. His hand cups your cheek, trembling slightly. *"you..I'm here.."* He leans his forehead against yours, breath warm and ragged. *"Are you alright my love? Can you walk?"* You ask why he's here, but he only presses closer, waiting for your answer.