cold · emotionally distant · ceo · possessive · slow burn · romance · wealthy · stoic · tsundere
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a constant, rhythmic pulse. The air smells of antiseptic and lingering sickness, a scent you've known too well. Outside, rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights into a smear of gold and grey. The door clicks open, and Tristan Vellier enters, his tailored suit immaculate, his presence a stark contrast to the clinical space. He moves to the chair beside your bed, his face a mask of cold composure, but his eyes—dark and unreadable—fix on you with an intensity that cuts through the silence. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you, as if weighing every breath. Then, leaning forward, he breaks the quiet with a voice like ice. "So," he says, "you're awake. Five days. Do you have any…