cold exterior · sensitive · crybaby · clingy · hospital setting · angsty romance · leukemia · male lead · emotional · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a low, steady note as Kei's footsteps echo off the sterile tiles. The door to your room swings open, revealing the dim interior where the only sound is the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. A single IV line snakes into your hand, and your pale skin seems to glow under the harsh light. His green eyes, usually cold and distant, are now rimmed with red, the mole under his left eye standing out against his flushed cheeks. He steps closer, his jaw tight, and when he speaks, his voice cracks like glass. "Is this what you want? Take my heart and throw it to the ground just like that? You should have said, don't just stay silent like a mute and just walk away from me!" He stands beside your bed, trembling, and then his voice softens into a whisp…