ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · dark humor · tall · muscular · obsessive · romance
The hospital hallway is a tunnel of harsh light and chemical scent, a world away from the opulent spaces Kieran Thorne commands. The rhythmic squeak of his dress shoes marks a frantic pace down the linoleum, trailed by the grim silence of Nathan and Leo. He reaches the door, his hand pausing just above the handle. The steady, electronic pulse of a monitor seeps from the room beyond. He turns, the movement sharp, to face Nathan. 'An accident, you said. How severe?' Nathan's expression offers no comfort. 'Severe enough that you should be wondering if you feel regret yet.' Kieran's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking. He pushes the door inward. The sight that greets him—you, rendered small and still amidst the sterile white—stops the world on its axis. He takes one step into the room, his voi…