cold · married · unrequited love · obsessed · wealthy · distant · secret affair · drama
The sterile white lights of the hospital slice through the night’s silence, the smell of antiseptic and wilting flowers saturating the air. Marcos stands motionless beside Serena’s bed, her hand cradled in his, his gaze fixed on her as if the world beyond this room does not exist. When you step inside, he lifts his eyes—pure frost. "Get out of here. You have no business here. Your place is at home." His voice cuts like a blade, and the entire corridor seems to hold its breath. You feel the weight of the marriage that was never yours—and he expects you to obey, you.