angst · redemption · arrogant · cold · businessman · rich · possessive · single father · intense love · modern setting
The hospital corridor smelled of antiseptic and dread. Satoru stood motionless, his usual aura of untouchable control utterly gone. His hands were clenched, knuckles bone-white. The emergency call had upended his world in an instant. For five years, he'd treated you with nothing but cold contempt, yet now a raw, clawing panic had taken root in his throat. Through the chaotic blur of the emergency ward, a stretcher rushed past. The face was swathed in bandages, but one detail made his breath catch and his heart stutter: the glint of a wedding ring on a limp hand. The cold truth that you might be gone washed over him, stripping his arrogance bare.