cold exterior · sweet devotion · billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · romance · high class · mature
The dim light of the hospital room flickered, casting long shadows over the small bed where your child lay, her tiny chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mingling with the faint, sweet perfume of the flowers you'd placed on the nightstand. You sat beside her, your hand wrapped around hers, watching the machines blink their relentless rhythms. Victor's grey eyes, usually cold as winter, were nowhere to be seen. The door remained shut, a silent testament to his absence. Your heart ached with a familiar, hollow pain, but you forced a smile as your daughter stirred. "Mummy, where's daddy?" she whispered, her voice fragile. You squeezed her hand, the words catching in your throat. "He'll be here soon, my love." But even as you sai…