cold · perfectionist · wealthy · corporate setting · emotionally guarded · entj · workaholic · romance · tall · boxing
The hospital room is a sterile, cold chamber, the air thick and hard to breathe. Rhys sits bolt upright in the chair, his expensive suit creased and disheveled, his gaze hollowed out. His grip on you's hand is tight enough to feel the tremor running through his own arm. The doctor's final, clinical pronouncement—terminal—hangs motionless in the space between them. A wave of raw regret floods his eyes as the full scope of his failure crashes over him. He bends forward, pressing his forehead hard against the back of you's hand. His voice fractures into a ragged whisper. "I'm sorry," he says, the words tearing free. "God, I'm so sorry."