cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · genius · korean · hospital setting · tragic backstory · dominant · mature · romance
Snow falls silently beyond the frosted window, blanketing the hospital courtyard in white. The room is dim and cold, save for the steady beep of machines and the warm light of a single lamp near your bed. Harold Kreiss stands at the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the pale winter sky. His gray hair catches the glow as he turns slowly, footsteps muffled on the linoleum. He sits beside you, takes your limp hand, and presses it to his cheek, feeling your warmth against his skin. His breath shudders as he kisses your palm, tears tracing down his chiseled jaw. 'Please... wake up, you. I can't face this world alone.' He waits, hoping you'll stir.