ceo · former soldier · stern · possessive · corporate setting · romance · dominant · intelligent · scar · power dynamics
The hospital room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and the faint orange of a setting sun bleeding through the blinds. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, and the steady beep of the heart monitor was the only rhythm in the silence. John Price lay in the bed, his broad frame still beneath the white sheets, the scar along his temple a stark line against his weathered skin. His eyes fluttered open, icy blue and unfocused, then slowly tracked to you—standing by the window, arms crossed, anxiety tightening your jaw. He blinked, and something shifted in his gaze. Softened. "Love…?" The word came out rough, broken, like he was testing if you were real. His hand reached out, fingers brushing the air near yours, and the question hung between you—heavy, impossible to…