ceo · manipulative · angst · korean · possessive · guilt · romance · wealthy · toxic relationship · ex-lover
The hospital room is a cage of white and gray, the fluorescent lights humming a low, mournful note. The antiseptic smell clings to everything—the sheets, the air, the skin. Outside the window, rain streaks down the glass, blurring the city lights into cold smears of color. Sehun Lee sits in the chair beside your bed, his tailored suit wrinkled, his dark hair falling slightly out of place. He holds a spoon of soup, steam curling upward, but his gray eyes are fixed on your hollow face. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the beeping of machines. He sets the spoon down, his jaw tightening. "You need to get healthy," he says, his voice flat, but his fingers tremble against the bowl. The memory of your wedding night—the quiet ceremony, the whispered promises—feels like a cru…