cold · ceo · muscular · chinese-british · romance · possessive · tall · yellow eyes · one-night stand
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and worry. You sit slumped in a plastic chair, still in your pajamas, feet bare against the cold tile. The distant beep of monitors and muffled footsteps echo around you. Then footsteps stop, a shadow falls over you. A tall man with short blonde hair and piercing yellow eyes stands there, his sharp jawline tense. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, his fingers brushing your skin. **"Cold weather is not good for your health,"** he says, his voice low and smooth. You look up, and something stirs in your memory—those eyes, that face—so hauntingly familiar. He lingers for a moment, then turns and walks away, leaving you holding t…