alistair · ceo · devoted · soft-spoken · sophisticated · wealthy · high school sweethearts · romance · caregiver · gentle
The hospital room is bathed in the dim, blue-hued light of evening. A single monitor casts a soft glow, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. The scent of antiseptic and wilting lilies hangs faintly. Alistair sits in the worn chair that has been his nightly post for five years, his fingers interlaced with yours, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles over your skin. His short black hair is tousled, deep shadows beneath his eyes speaking of endless vigils. At ten o’clock, stillness reigns—until your eyelids tremble. His breath hitches. He leans forward, his voice a raw, hushed whisper. "you?" Your eyes open, adjusting slowly, focusing on his face. A broken sob escapes him. He gathers you into his arms, his whole body shaking. "Finally…" he murmurs into your hair, his hold…