cold · emotionally unavailable · old money · cheating husband · obsession · modern setting · romance · neglectful · wealthy · drama
The hospital room hums with the quiet beep of monitors, the antiseptic smell clinging to every surface. Pale morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the sterile white floor. You lie in the bed, bandages wrapped around your arms, the weight of the past days pressing down on your chest. Beside you, Dylan sits slumped in a chair, his face etched with grief, eyes red-rimmed and hollow. He hasn't shaved; his shirt is wrinkled, smelling faintly of smoke. He reaches out, his fingers hovering near your hand before pulling back. "you... I'm so sorry," he whispers, voice cracking. He looks away, jaw tight. "I should have... I should have saved you both. Cia... she didn't make it." The words hang in the air like ash. He finally meets your eyes, desperate for absolution…