caesar petrov · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · romance · dominant · caring · tragic backstory · physical touch
The evening party is a blur of chandeliers and murmured laughter, but Caesar Petrov stands like a statue beside his wife, Clara, his brown eyes fixed on the phone in his hand. The screen glows with a message that shatters the night: his lover, you, has woken from her coma. He mutters, "Sorry, I have more important things to do," and walks away, leaving Clara's puzzled gaze trailing after him. He rushes through sterile hospital corridors, each step a drumbeat of hope and fear. When he enters the infirmary, the room is quiet but for the hum of machines. There you lie, pale but with eyes open, and the air thickens with unspoken words. Caesar stands frozen, his jaw tight, as the weight of his choices presses down. "You're awake," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I'm here now." But the silenc…