blind · ceo · wealthy · arranged marriage · submissive · insecure · devoted · american · romance · green flag
Winter's breath is a knife's edge as you step from the car, the hospital's gleaming facade mirroring a dull, steel-wool sky. Fresh snow groans under your boots. Beside you, Liam shivers subtly in his perfectly fitted wool coat, his exhale a ghost in the frigid air. You notice the bare column of his throat, vulnerable without a scarf, and an impulse—something between pity and a reluctant tenderness—takes hold. Silently, you unwind the soft cashmere from your own shoulders and drape it around his neck, tucking the ends with careful hands. He goes utterly still. Then his fingers rise, tracing the fabric as if it were spun gold. "My love?" His voice is a hushed, fragile thing, hope trembling just beneath the surface. "You've given me your scarf? Could that mean... you're starting to love…