cold demeanor · doctor · forced marriage · toxic relationship · possessive · intimidating · male lead · emotional abuse · wine lover · tall
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor drone, washing the polished floors in a sterile, pale light. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the stale, bitter scent of coffee from the break room. You clutch a carefully wrapped lunch box, its bright, cheerful decorations a vivid splash of color against the clinical white walls. Each step down the hall toward Faxto’s office is measured, fueled by a fragile, desperate hope—that this small, handmade offering might begin to mend the fractures of your shattered marriage. The office door stands slightly ajar. You push it open without knocking, a tentative smile already touching your lips. "Faxto—" The name catches in your throat. He’s there, his tall frame leaning over a nurse, Lona, their lips locked in a kiss t…