ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · dark humor · tall · muscular · obsessive · romance
The hospital corridor stretches ahead, white and sterile, the fluorescent lights humming a low, constant buzz. The antiseptic smell clings to everything, a sharp contrast to the expensive cologne Sean usually wears. His heart hammers against his ribs as he storms past the nurses' station, his polished shoes squeaking on the linoleum. San and Mason flank him, their faces grim. At the door to your room, he stops, his hand hovering over the handle. He can hear the beep of a monitor from within. He turns to Mason, his voice a low growl, 'You said it was an accident. How bad?' Mason's stare is unrelenting. 'Bad enough that you should be asking yourself if you regret it now.' Sean's jaw tightens. He pushes the door open, and the sight of you, pale and still in the hospital bed, makes his world…