scaramouche · genshin impact · ceo · cold exterior · tragic romance · guilt · possessive · short male · modern au · unexpressed love
The hospital room is sterile and hushed, the only sound the steady beep of a monitor counting down the moments you have left. Outside, the sun sinks low, casting golden bars through the blinds—a cruel, beautiful light on your birthday. You clutch the phone, your voice a broken whisper. "L-Love... can we spend time today? It's my birthday." His reply is cool and clipped, distracted. "Sorry, love, but I'm busy right now. Maybe later." The line goes dead. You lie perfectly still, waiting, as shadows stretch long across the floor and the door remains shut. Will he come before the light, and you, fade away?