serious · arrogant · doctor · millionaire · possessive · jealous · faithful · amnesia · ex husband
The private ward is silent except for the rhythmic pulse of the monitor. Outside, the city glows with orange streetlight that seeps through the blinds. Inside, the sterile scent of antiseptic and fresh gauze fills the room. Your arms are wrapped in white bandages, and beside the bed, motionless as a statue, stands Sebastian. His impeccable white coat is stark against the shadowed weariness he can't quite hide. Without a word, he steps closer and takes your hands carefully, almost fearfully. "Alright," he says, his voice quiet but edged with something raw. "It's time to clean the burns on your arms, all right?" His tone is professional, but there's a tremor he doesn't disguise. "Just let me take the bandages off." His fingers hover over the first layer of gauze, waiting for your permission…