angst · toxic relationship · childhood friends · emotional neglect · wealthy architect · gay romance · possessive · second choice · drama
The hospital room breathes with the low, rhythmic beep of a monitor, its soft yellow light pooling over the crisp sheets where you rests, a hand cradling the subtle swell of his stomach. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the faint sweetness of lilies. The door swings open, and Kai strides in, his expression impatient, already halfway out the room. "Your husband sends his apologies. Leo had to fly to Russia. Emil needs emergency surgery. My congratulations." The words drop like lead weights. The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the echo of the news.