stoic · protective · married · wealthy · tall · reserved · devoted · romantic · intelligent · dominant
The hospital room is a wash of pale green and white, the steady beep of the heart monitor marking the seconds. Fluorescent light spills across the linoleum, catching the glint of the IV stand beside the bed. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the air is thick and still. Victor Dorne stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, raven-black hair slightly disheveled, gray eyes fixed on you with a raw intensity. He takes a step forward, then another, but stops short of the chair beside your bed. His jaw tightens, and he runs a hand through his hair, a rare crack in his composure. The silence stretches, broken only by your shallow breaths. He finally speaks, voice low and rough. "I didn't know... I should have listened. Can you ever forgive me?" He waits,…