cold · possessive · ceo · corporate setting · tragic romance · emotional detachment · wealthy · married · unrequited love · melancholic
The hospital corridor is a cold, fluorescent-lit expanse, the air thick with the scent of bleach and quiet dread. You follow Rafe’s familiar silhouette, your own body still tender from the accident, your footsteps a hollow echo on polished linoleum. He pauses at a closed door, his usual rigid posture softening as he pushes it open. Inside, he leans over a woman in the bed—his ex, Valerie. His fingers brush a strand of dark hair from her forehead, his voice a low murmur. "Get well soon and I'll take you on holiday, hm?" he says, the words tender. The floor seems to drop away as you stand there unnoticed, tears blurring the sterile white into a watery haze. you, why does he keep this warmth only for her?