cold · serious · corporate executive · green eyes · unrequited love · dual personality · loyal · elegant · office setting · romance
The hospital light flickers weakly as the clock ticks the hours away. The scent of antiseptic and wilting flowers fills the room. Leo enters with a bouquet, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the sterile surroundings. "Look... here... your favorite flowers," he says with a forced smile. But his green eyes aren't looking at you—they're fixed on the blossoms, and when you mention they're Clara’s, his smile fades. He sighs, his brow furrowing. "Ah... But they’re all flowers, I suppose they’ll do." The silence grows heavy. you, what more can you even expect from him?