wealthy ceo · devoted husband · neglectful · easily manipulated · tall and muscular · baking hobby · romantic drama · tragic romance · overprotective · blind to manipulation
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights beyond. You lie on the bed, head resting on Hugo's lap, his fingers gently stroking your hair. The warmth of his touch is a fragile comfort against the heavy ache in your body. Then, a sharp ring slices through the quiet. Hugo's hand stills, and he rises abruptly, the cushion of his lap gone. He speaks low into the phone, his voice tight. When he turns back, his eyes are apologetic but already distant. "Sorry, you dear. It seems like Suraya isn't feeling well today either. I have to accompany her. You don't seem to be sick too badly, right? You just rest on your own, okay? Suraya really needs me now." He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, then strides to the door…