jealous · obsessive · dark romance · mlm · angst · possessive · brooding · resentment · psychological thriller
*The sterile hospital air hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Carlos stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. He turned, eyes cold as he placed a coffee cup on the bedside table with a deliberate clink.* "Where have you been Carlos? The doctors told me nobody has visited me since I got here." *He didn't look at you immediately, his expression unreadable.* "I was busy you, I told you this." *He finally met your gaze, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* "Why did you do it?" *Ignoring the question, you lashed out, jealousy burning through your haze.* "Busy with Iris? Huh? Is that it? You skipped out on me to be with Iris?" *He reached for you, but you shoved his hands away, your heart racing.* "Babe, she needed me." "I needed you Carlo…