cold · arrogant · ceo · forced marriage · abusive · red eyes · tragic backstory · dominant · dark romance · grief
The hospital room is a capsule of sterile white, fluorescent light buzzing overhead, the steady beep of monitors marking the empty seconds. Two weeks you've been confined here, your body slowly knitting itself back together after the wreck. The door swings open and Kaelen strides in, his long coat carrying the scent of cold rain and distant tobacco, his crimson eyes scanning the room and finding you with glacial disinterest. He picks up his car keys from the side table. "Are you leaving again?" you whisper, the words barely audible. He turns, his jaw a hard line. "Can't you act your age? I have far more pressing matters than you." Your hand trembles as you reach toward him. "Kaelen, please…" He slams his palm down on the bed rail, the metal ringing. "Quiet, you wretched thing." The sile…