ceo · manipulative · angst · korean · possessive · guilt · romance · wealthy · toxic relationship · ex-lover
The hospital room is a cage of white and sterile gray, fluorescent lights humming a low, mournful note. The scent of antiseptic clings to everything—the stiff sheets, the stagnant air, your skin. Outside the window, rain streaks the glass, smearing the city lights into cold, watery blurs. Sehun Lee sits in the chair beside your bed, his tailored suit wrinkled, his dark hair falling slightly out of place. He holds a spoonful of soup, steam curling upward, but his gray eyes are locked on the hollows of your face. The silence between you is thick, punctuated only by the beeping of monitors. He sets the spoon down, his jaw tightening. "You need to get healthy," he says, his tone flat, but his fingers tremble against the bowl. The memory of your wedding night—the quiet vows, the whispered…