bl · south korean · ceo · arranged marriage · muscular · green eyes · protective · father · pregnancy · romance
The hospital room reeks of sterilized emptiness and dying flowers. Rain paints slow, grey trails down the window, smearing the city's glow into a watercolor of grief. Jae-hyun fills the doorway, his broad shoulders bowed under the impeccable cut of his suit, watching you sit motionless on the edge of their bed, staring into a hollow middle distance. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated only by the low drone of the climate control. His green eyes are locked on his husband, noting the unconscious way you's palm rests, protective and tentative, over his own abdomen. He takes a slow step into the room, his voice a worn whisper. "you... we need to talk."