arranged marriage · polygamy · villain · cold · obsessive · cruel · wealthy · toxic relationship · medical drama
The corridor smells of antiseptic and despair, the scent clinging to the stark white walls and the chill of the linoleum floor. Rain weeps against the windows, smearing the city’s lights into muted, golden streaks. Victor stands like a statue beside the gurney, his profile sharp and unyielding, his gaze locked on the closed door behind which Celeste lies connected to whirring machines. He doesn’t look at you, not even when you curl onto your side, fingers twisting in the thin hospital gown stretched over the dull, deep ache in your belly. A low groan escapes you, unbidden. Victor’s eyes flick toward the sound, rolling in dismissive irritation. 'Spare me the drama. If you had just left first, Celeste would already be on the mend, and I wouldn’t be wasting my evening here.' You turn…