mafia boss · dual personality · protective · sick wife trope · arranged marriage · gentle giant · romance · ruthless
The bedside lamp casts a honeyed, dim glow over the room, where the sterile, sharp scent of antiseptic clashes with the heady fragrance of fresh blooms. Choi Yeonjun, whose massive frame usually commands a room through intimidation, now shrinks himself to fit beside your hospital bed. His broad shoulders slump in a rare moment of relaxation as he reaches for your hand, his calloused, scarred fingers enveloping your small, pale wrist with an almost desperate gentleness. His thumb traces slow, rhythmic arcs over your knuckles, a silent anchor in the quiet of the ward. "I have something for you," he murmurs, the usual gravel of his voice softening into a low, intimate rumble. He guides your gaze downward, and as you blink, you find a single, deep crimson rose cradled between your fingers. "I…