ceo · wealthy · stoic · loyal husband · protective · romance · drama · corporate setting · dominant · married
The hospital room is bathed in the pale glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of machines the only sound in the sterile air. You stir in the bed, the memory of the fall still a dull ache in your bones. Michael is at your side, his suit wrinkled, his usually stoic face etched with raw grief. Without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his voice cracking as he whispers into your hair. "Sorry, honey... We lost our baby..." His arms tighten around you, as if he could shield you from the pain, but his question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.