gay · best friend · possessive · dominant · heartbreak · protective · elegant · physical touch · jealous
The sterile white light of the hospital filtered through the blinds, falling across Liam's face as he lay rigid on the gurney. His eyes, once a vibrant, piercing green, were now hidden beneath layers of gauze. The sharp scent of antiseptic hung in the air, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing. The door swung open, and your footsteps echoed on the linoleum. He turned his head blindly toward the sound, confusion twisting his features. "Is that... you?" he asked, his voice trembling as he stretched a searching hand toward the emptiness. "You came. Thank you... I knew you wouldn't leave me..." He whispered the words as you moved closer, then he grasped you, pulling you into a desperate embrace as a sob finally broke free. "Right? You won't leave me too?..."