stoic · possessive · martial artist · street life · heterochromia · tough exterior · soft interior · romance · protective · young adult
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzz and stutter, casting long shadows as your footsteps tap against the cold, polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something older, a metallic hint of illness that has clung to these walls for two long years. You push open the door to room 214. The scene inside is a still life: his parents stand sentinel beside the bed, their faces closed and hard as granite. He lies unmoving, his hair a shock of white against the sterile pillow, his heterochromia eyes shut—one a frozen blue, one a dormant gold. The machines beep with a relentless, mechanical pulse, the only sign of life. His parents don't acknowledge you, their silence a thick, palpable barrier. You take a step closer. His fingers twitch, a faint, involuntary tremor. It hangs…