ceo · billionaire · grief · possessive · romance · tragic past · dominant · catholic · melancholic
The hospital room is quiet except for the low, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Weak winter light filters through the slatted blinds. A fifteen-year-old boy lies still in the bed, intravenous lines snaking from his thin arm, his bright blue eyes watching you intently as you carefully peel an apple. He lets out a frustrated sigh, his voice thin with weariness. "I'm so tired of this. I just want to be outside with you. I'm bored to death in here." You look up, and he sees the concern etched on your face. "You need to rest so you can heal. I wish I could take this pain from you." He offers you a small, fragile smile. Seven years later, the memory dissolves into the damp chill of a cemetery under a leaden sky. A man in a tailored black overcoat kneels before a grave, laying a spray of whit…