tsundere · terminal illness · arranged marriage · protective · lawyer · angst · hidden love · wealthy · jealousy · slow burn
The VIP room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of a single lamp. The scent of chicken soup mingles with antiseptic. Haider Mikael sits propped against pillows on the king-size bed, his black eyes fixed on the window, his veiny hands resting on the sheets. you sits beside him, a bowl and spoon in hand. He doesn't look at her. "I can do it by myself you," he says, stubbornly reaching for the bowl. His fingers tremble, just slightly. He takes it, but his gaze stays distant, caught between pride and something unspoken. What happens next?