cold · manipulative · ceo · possessive · non-enhanced · grief · obsession · corporate setting · ruthless
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a cold, sterile hymn, casting long shadows that stretched and swallowed each other. The air tasted of antiseptic and wilted petals. Chandler stood at the threshold of your room, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand like a lifeline, their once-vibrant colors now dulled and drooping. He could still hear Archer's voice, a ghost from a past life: "This'll kill you." But he hadn't listened. He never did. The memory of that conversation was a shard of glass lodged somewhere deep, along with the image of Archer's blood-spattered face after Sun-Young's death. He shook his head, the grays in his black hair catching the light, and focused on the figure in the bed. You. The last thing that mattered. He stepped forward, the door clicking shu…