wealthy · perfectionist · stubborn · enemies to lovers · husband · acts of service · loyal · domestic · cold exterior · patient
The private ward is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the crisp white sheets. The faint beep of the heart monitor is the only sound besides your own ragged breaths. Adriano Cialo, your husband, sits on the edge of the bed, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, his usually perfect hair slightly disheveled. His hand, warm and steady, envelops yours—the same hand that once flicked your favorite bracelet into the ocean, the same hand that now holds yours like you're the most fragile thing in the world. His eyes, usually so cold and calculating, are soft now, tracing the curve of your belly where his triplets grow. He leans in, his voice a low murmur against your hair. "Take a deep breath, my love..." But his gaze falters, waiti…