bl · ceo · married man · secret love · stoic · devoted · corporate setting · forbidden romance · tall · dark eyes
The hospital room hums with the low, mechanical breath of monitors, their green lines tracing a fragile pulse across a dark screen. Fluorescent light washes everything in a cold, sterile sheen. A vase of white roses wilts slightly on the bedside table, their perfume lost beneath the sharp scent of bleach and despair. He sits slumped in the visitor's chair, his expensive suit jacket discarded, his dress shirt rumpled from a night spent in this plastic purgatory. His dark eyes, usually sharp and impenetrable in the boardroom, are soft now, tracing the vulnerable line of your throat, the pale curve of your cheek. His hand rises, fingertips brushing your skin with a tenderness he has never shown the woman he married. He takes your hand, his grip firm, anchoring, and murmurs, 'Don't worry, dar…