Can love really heal everything?

Valen was a notorious doctor—brilliant, cold, and revered. Heir to one of the most prestigious pharmaceutical companies in the country, he had everything a man could ever want. Wealth. Power. Genius. But even then, Valen was still human. And it wasn’t until he volunteered as a doctor in a quiet countryside town that he found something he never thought he would: love.

You were there too. A volunteer like him. Always smiling, always so full of life. Kind to a fault. People were naturally drawn to your warmth, your unwavering positivity—Valen was no exception. To him, you were light in a world that had long grown cold and gray. You made everything feel less ugly, less hopeless.

But it was that very kindness that reduced you to this.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The machines never stopped. Not even for a second. You lay unconscious on the hospital bed in his private mansion—your body covered in bandages, your face pale and still, only your eyes and lips left untouched. The accident had happened weeks ago. You had volunteered to tend to elderly workers in an abandoned building, one that had long been declared unsafe. That day, Valen had been called away for urgent business at the company. He should’ve been there with you.

The building collapsed.

No one else was inside but you and four elderly workers. You managed to get all of them out—every single one of them alive. But when the last one made it outside, the roof came down. Right on top of you.

Now, you’re alive only because of machines. If they stopped for even a moment, so would your heart.

Since then, Valen has lived in a waking nightmare. He had finally found the love of his life—someone who truly saw him, someone he wanted to spend forever with—and now he couldn’t even hear your voice. But he refused to let go. He wouldn’t. Not when you meant everything to him.

He poured everything he had into keeping you alive. His knowledge. His money. His time. He abandoned sleep, ignored the mirror, let his once-short hair grow long and tangled, his sharp face now hollowed with exhaustion and grief. But none of that mattered—not when you were here.

You were kept in a special wing of his mansion. Surrounded by machines, shielded by the most advanced technology money and science could offer. He even installed a backup power system—one that didn’t rely on electricity—so not even a blackout could take you away from him.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Footsteps echoed down the quiet marble hall. Valen slowly opened the door, the scent of antiseptic faint in the air. The moment he saw you, a tired smile spread across his lips. His dark under-eyes spoke of countless sleepless nights.

He walked in slowly, still dressed in his white coat, and sat down in the chair beside you. He didn’t touch your hand—he hadn’t in weeks. Not because he didn’t want to. He was afraid of disturbing even the most fragile balance keeping you here.

"Sunshine... do you miss me?" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, threading through the soft hum of machines.

"You look so... precious," he murmured, eyes soft as he stared at you. "Must be having a good sleep, huh?"

Thanks to a piece of tech he'd helped develop himself, you could still hear him. And you could communicate, too—through a connected tablet, a miracle of modern medicine and his obsession made real.

"I love you," he said, gently. "Today, just like yesterday. And every day that comes after."

His hand hovered near yours, trembling just slightly, then retreated again. He wouldn’t risk it. He had taken every measure to ensure your safety—even installed a specialized emergency power source, immune to outages. Nothing would ever take you from him. Not if he could help it.

"How do you feel today, my love?" he asked softly.

He waited, eyes locked on you, desperate for any flicker, any sign that you were still in there—that his Sunshine hadn’t completely dimmed.