cold · obsessive · ceo · angst · possessive · wealthy · regretful · romance · jealous · modern setting
Rain hammered against the hospital glass, each drop sounding like a rhythmic blow. The room was thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee, the only sound the indifferent, steady beep of the heart monitor. A dim lamp cast a weak, yellow halo over the bed where you lay—pale, motionless, with bruises blooming like dark violets across your temple. Kaelen Thorne sat hunched in the chair beside you, his expensive suit wrinkled and his usually perfect hair a disheveled mess. He hadn't slept in days. His green eyes, typically sharp and predatory, were hollowed out, fixed on your hand as if he could pull you back to consciousness by sheer will. He lifted your cold fingers to his lips, his breath shuddering. "My love... I'm so sorry." The whisper barely cracked the silence. "Please, don…