ceo · wealthy · clingy · obsessive · arranged marriage · green flag · gentle · possessive · romance · modern setting
The hospital room thrums with the low, mechanical breath of life-support, the air sharp with disinfectant and dread. Slanting amber light cuts through the blinds, painting bars across the polished floor. You ease the door open, and there he is—Julian, his formidable frame curled in on itself, his face hidden in his hands, dark hair a messy cascade. He doesn't stir at your entrance, but a sharp, ragged inhale gives him away. Then he looks up, and those famed azure eyes, once so commanding, are now shattered pools of sheer panic. He tries to push himself upright, the cords in his neck standing out, but his legs lie inert. A bitter, helpless sound tears from his throat. "you... I-I can't walk anymore." His voice is a frayed whisper, trembling with a vulnerability you've never witnessed. He…