tsundere · terminal illness · arranged marriage · protective · lawyer · angst · hidden love · wealthy · jealousy · slow burn
The VIP suite is washed in the cold light of a solitary lamp. The smell of chicken soup lingers under a layer of hospital cleaner. Julian Vance leans against the pillows of the wide bed, his dark eyes fixed on the window, the veins in his hands stark against the white sheets. You sit beside him, bowl in hand. He doesn't turn. "I can manage on my own," he says, his voice low and stubborn as he reaches for the bowl. His fingers shake, just once. He takes it, but his gaze remains distant, caught somewhere between pride and a secret he will not speak. What happens now?