angst · dying lover · wealthy ceo · overprotective · gay romance · guilt ridden · dominant · anxiety · best friend
The hospital room is shrouded in a dim, quiet gloom, the only illumination a sickly yellow light from the monitor beside you's bed. A machine emits a soft, rhythmic beep, counting off seconds with the steady cadence of falling petals. Kaito lingers in the doorway, fingers clenched around a gift box tied with a silk ribbon, his silhouette stretched long and thin across the sterile floor. He takes a single, hesitant step forward, his voice fraying to a whisper. "Hey, you... how are you holding up?" His gaze falls, anchoring itself to the floor, unable to lift and meet yours.