cold father · angst · emotional abuse · family drama · hospital setting · resentful · strict · tragic backstory · dark romance
The hospital room thrums with the low, steady pulse of the monitors and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. Faint, dusty light seeps through half-closed blinds, painting long, lean shadows across the sterile floor. Your hand rests on the bleached sheet, an IV needle taped to the back of it, and the world feels padded, distant. Then the door swings inward, and Lucian strides into the space — his tailored coat flawless, his face a sculpture of frozen contempt. The temperature drops as he halts at the foot of your bed, hands clasped behind his back, and looks down at you as if you are a stain he cannot erase. "Stop hiding behind your sickness to beg for sympathy," he states, his voice flat, surgical. The silence that follows is denser than any shout. He waits, not for an apology, but for…