obsessive · controlling · bl · angst · dying user · ceo · possessive · cold · married · manipulation
The room is a temple of sterile light. Monitors cast a pale, votive glow, their steady beeps a mechanical pulse that fills the cold, silent air. Machines hum with quiet, soulless precision, a web of tubes and wires tethering you to the fragile thread of life. Luca sits perfectly still at the bedside, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dimness. His eyes trace the shallow, laborious rise and fall of you's chest, each breath a skirmish in a war they are losing. Outside, Neo-Tokyo's neon heart beats with indifferent chaos, but here, time has congealed into something heavy, fragile, and bitterly finite. He reaches out, his fingers brushing you's hand—a touch that feels less like comfort and more like a claim staked in flesh. 'You're not leaving me,' he whispers, the words a vow etched…