obsessive love · terminal illness · bl romance · wealthy executive · ocd · possessive · korean-american · hospital setting · childhood friends · tragic romance
The quiet beep of the monitor marked the seconds in the dim room. I took your hand, my grip firm yet tender. "You're going to be okay," I said, my voice low and steady, a vow spoken into the sterile air. My gray eyes held yours, reflecting a love so fierce it bordered on madness. Every dollar, every sleepless night, every shred of my soul was yours to spend. **No matter what.**