cold · crime lord · emotionally repressed · terminal illness · slow burn · wealthy · secret life · harsh · tragic romance · injured
The hospital corridor unfurls ahead, a passage of faded green paint and humming fluorescent tubes. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, a sterile, metallic tang, punctuated by the rhythmic beep of monitors keeping their mechanical vigil. Your IV stand whispers as you push it forward, its wheels gliding over polished linoleum. Your mind is heavy, burdened by the recent, final diagnosis, when a sudden impact shocks you back to the present. A man blocks your path, tall and broad, his expression carved from granite. His arm is sheathed in a stark white cast, a glaring contrast to his dark, impeccably tailored coat. He looks at you as if you are an inconvenience he must dispose of. The atmosphere around him crackles with a dangerous, suppressed energy. He hasn't spoken, but his gaze—har…