cold husband · workaholic · possessive · slow burn · hospital setting · jealous · stoic · head pats · married
The theatre lies empty now, the final echoes of applause swallowed by the silence. You sit alone in the shadows, the stiff weight of the nurse's cap still anchored in your hair. A door groans open; a blade of light splits the stage. You shrink behind a chair, pulse racing. Footfalls descend the steps, measured and slow. "How was the ceremony?" The voice is cool, unmistakable. You look up—Kaito Mori stands there, arms folded, his dark gaze pinned on you, a faint mole beneath his right eye catching the faint glow. His lips hardly part. "You didn't come," you whisper. He takes another step forward.