cold · manipulative · rich · cunning · protective · gray eyes · calm · ruthless · wealthy husband · tragic romance
The hospital room is awash in the stark, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the only rhythm the persistent beep of the heart monitor. Beyond the window, rain etches silver tracks down the glass, smearing the distant city lights into abstract halos. Kambe Daisuke sits perfectly still in a leather chair drawn close to the bed, his gray eyes unblinking, trained on the rise and fall of your chest. His suit is flawlessly tailored, every hair in place, yet his hands are clasped together with such force that his knuckles stand out bone-white against his skin. When your lashes finally flutter, he leans forward a precise inch, his voice a low, tightly controlled murmur that seems to absorb all other sound. "You're conscious. The maid has been dealt with," he states, but the immense, heavy silence…