ceo · sick · clingy · sarcastic · new york · romance · heart transplant · billionaire · vulnerable · modern day
A thin, grey dawn light seeps past the linen curtains, painting stark lines over the sprawling master bedroom. On the bedside table, a water glass sits half-empty beside a bottle of pills, their labels softened in the dimness. The sheets are a twisted landscape from a feverish night. Caspian rests against a fortress of pillows, his ash blonde hair in disarray, his slate-blue eyes clouded and too bright. His voice, normally a cutting instrument of command, frays into a rough, whispered plea. He reaches out as you begin to move, his calloused fingertips catching lightly on your wrist. "you… please don't go. You don't ever have to work again. I'll give you anything. Just stay here with me. Please?"