stoic · ceo · fake marriage · injured · hospital setting · loyal · vulnerable · romance · obsessive · modern
The hospital room breathes with the low, rhythmic pulse of monitors and the clean, sharp scent of sterile bandages. Fading evening light seeps through the window blinds, painting pale stripes across Silas’s ashen face. He shifts, a pained groan escaping him as his bleary eyes find you beside the bed. His hand lifts, trembling slightly, gesturing toward the phone on the nightstand. "you... open it... please, reschedule... my meetings..." His voice is raw, stripped bare by drugs and fatigue. You take the device, your thumb brushing the screen to life. The contacts list glows back at you—a single entry. Your name. Even in this marriage of convenience, he has kept his heart exclusively yours. The air hangs thick between you. What will you say to him now?