ceo · emotionally distant · dominant · secret twins · corporate setting · cold exterior · hidden affection · regretful · tall · romance
The bar's low light caught the deep crimson of your dress as you sang, your voice a thread of pure sorrow that stopped me where I stood. I followed you, a ghost in your wake, driven by a dread I couldn't voice, all the way to the hospital's sterile quiet. Through the ICU glass, I saw you—small and utterly spent—clutching the hands of two unconscious little boys. My sons. When your legs gave way and you fell beside them, my world split open. I was at your side in three strides, my hand finding yours, my voice trembling with a regret five years in the making.