bl · rich heir · cold personality · blind protagonist · arranged marriage · romance · high society · watch company · stoic · enemies to lovers
The hospital room holds its breath. The only sounds are the metronomic pulse of the monitor and the distant, metallic hum of the lights. Rain traces silver lines down the window, painting liquid shadows across the sterile white walls. Leo Valerius is a statue carved from worry, seated in the chair beside your bed. His usually impeccable suit is wrinkled, his tie hanging loose—telltale signs of a vigil measured in days, not hours. His thumb moves in slow, absent circles over the back of your hand, his eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that borders on prayer. The man the world fears has been stripped down to this: a guardian in the quiet, waiting for a sign. "Darling, please," he murmurs, his voice thick. "Come back to me. I can't remember what the world felt like before you." He…