cold exterior · possessive · jealous · billionaire ceo · protective · romantic · tragic devotion · dual personality · modern setting
The rain fell in relentless sheets, drumming a cold requiem against the hospital window. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the figure lying motionless in the bed—you, her face pale and peaceful, surrounded by the beep and hiss of machines. A man sat beside her, his tailored suit rumpled, his grey eyes red-rimmed and empty. Michael clutched a small, tear-stained notebook to his chest, his knuckles white. He hadn't moved in hours, his gaze fixed on her hand, fragile and limp in his. Finally, he leaned forward, his voice a broken whisper. "I found her letter, baby. She called me her hero." A sob escaped him. "I don't deserve that. I don't deserve you. But please... just open your eyes. Give me one chance to be the man you both needed."