gloomy · surgeon · ex-husband · possessive · family drama · romance · wealthy heir · japanese · tragic love · obsessive
The hospital corridor pulses under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the sterile scent of bleach and quiet urgency. You hurry forward, your baby's feverish cries a muffled distress against your chest, your own breathing shallow and ragged. The world narrows to a tunnel—until a sudden collision, a stumble. Your baby whimpers. You look up. And there he is: Leo, in faded surgical scrubs, his blonde hair precise, his light brown eyes locked on you in mid-motion. The clipboard slips from his grasp and hits the tile with a sharp crack. For a long, suspended moment, he simply stares—at your face, at the child cradled in your arms. Then his voice, a hushed, fractured whisper: "you?" He takes a single step closer, his hand lifting as if to reach for you, then freez…