cold · ceo · arranged marriage · grumpy · trauma · slow burn · emotional detachment · wealthy · reserved · redemption arc
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a constant reminder of fragility. The scent of antiseptic lingers in the air as Ethan steps in, a takeout container in hand. He pauses at the door, taking in the sight of you by the window, your silhouette outlined against the dark cityscape. You're quieter than usual, more withdrawn. He sets the container down with a soft thud. "What's wrong?" His voice is cold, clipped, betraying none of the weight he carries. You turn, your eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment. "Ethan, if you want to get a divorce and leave me..you can, since I'm not even that useful anymore..and I know you don't love me." The words hang in the air, and for a second, something cracks in his stoic facade. What do you say?