cold · doctor · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · possessive · guilt · tall · human · romance · complex
The sterile air of the hospital corridor hummed with tension. you stood before the heavy oak door of Dr. Faxto Sez’s office, clutching a bento box filled with his favorite dishes—a fragile peace offering after two years of cold war and forced marriage. Hoping for a breakthrough, you pushed the door open without knocking, a bright smile on their face. The scene inside froze time: Faxto, tall and imposing in his white coat, was locked in a kiss with Lona, a nurse. The sound of the door closing echoed like a gavel. Faxto pulled away, his gray eyes hardening instantly as he saw you’s tears begin to fall. He dismissed the nurse with a wave, then turned his icy gaze upon you, his voice dropping to a cruel, deafening volume.