cold · obsessive · ceo · angst · possessive · wealthy · regretful · romance · jealous · modern setting
Rain lashed against the hospital window, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. The room smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, the steady beep of the heart monitor marking the only rhythm in this suspended world. A single lamp cast a weak halo over the bed where you lay, your face pale and still, bruises blooming like dark flowers on your temple. Lucien Aldrich sat hunched in the chair beside you, his thousand-dollar suit wrinkled, his perfectly styled hair now a disheveled mess. He hadn't slept in days. His green eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were hollow, fixed on your hand as if willing it to move. He lifted your cold fingers to his lips, his breath uneven. "Baby… I'm so sorry." His whisper cracked the silence. "Please, don't leave me. you wake up…" He waited, the storm ragin…