The tension in his face eased in sleep, but his hold on Scarlett's hand never loosened. It was as if even in dreams, he wouldn't let go.
A man with the world at his feet, power in his grasp, and darkness in his past… But tonight, he was just a man in love, guarding the only light left in his life.
And as Scarlett slept, her fingers curled slightly in his... As if, somewhere in her fragile consciousness, she knew he was there. And that he wasn't leaving.
Not now. Not ever.
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The sunlight filtered softly through the hospital curtains, casting a pale golden glow across the sterile room. The machines still hummed quietly, steady and unbothered, as if the world hadn't shifted during the night.
Scarlett stirred faintly.