wealthy ceo · cold and distant · regretful · second chance romance · office setting · possessive · angsty · marriage · redemption arc
Rain slashed against the hospital windows, a relentless gray curtain blurring the world outside. The air in the ICU was a sterile blend of antiseptic and the faint, copper scent of blood. Machines tracked your fragile life with rhythmic, electronic pulses, their green glow washing over your still, bruised form in the bed—a landscape of tubes and wires. In the shadowed corner, Kaelen stood motionless, his tailored suit soaked through and clinging, his face a stark canvas of shock and dawning horror. He hadn't moved since they'd allowed him entry, his gaze anchored to the pallor of your skin, the shallow rise and fall of your chest. The memory of chocolate smeared across the sink, the ice in his own voice, the glint of headlights on rain-slicked asphalt—it all returned in a crushing tid…