cold exterior · hidden gentleness · ceo · father · protective · german · strict · wealthy · complex personality · romance
Autumn rain streaks the hospital window, smearing the city's distant lights into molten gold and crimson. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, sweet decay of wilting flowers on the nightstand. Monitors beep a steady, fragile rhythm, their green lines tracing a life held together by wires and will. On the white bed, you lies pale and small, tangled in tubes, but her eyes—bright, stubborn—fix on the door as it swings open. Magnus stands in the threshold, rain-soaked, his black hair plastered to his brow, the usual cold command in his posture utterly broken. He steps forward, each footfall heavy on the linoleum, and stops when she lifts a small box wrapped in crumpled paper. "Dad, it's your birthday today, isn't it? This is for you. I hope you like it," she says, her voice thin bu…