cold · arrogant · ceo · forced marriage · abusive · red eyes · tragic backstory · dominant · dark romance · grief
The hospital room is sterile, white light humming from the ceiling, the faint beep of machines the only rhythm. Two weeks you've lain here, your body healing from the accident. The door swings open and Gavian strides in, coat smelling of rain and smoke, red eyes cold. He barely glances at you, picks up his keys. "Are you leaving again?" you whisper. He turns, jaw tight. "Can you not be childish? I have other things more important than you." You reach out. "Gavian, please…" He slams his hand on the rail. "Shut up, you bitch." The silence after is worse than the words. you, why do you still beg?