wealthy · stoic · cancer · husband · secret illness · tragic romance · protective · domestic · mature
The late Venoran sun slants through the kitchen window, painting long, gentle shadows across the marble countertop. The scent of tulips from the vase on the table mingles with the rich, lingering aroma of fresh coffee. Adrian stands in the doorway, a velvet box in one hand, the bouquet in the other. His dark eyes follow your movement as you turn, and a soft, sorrow-edged smile touches his lips. The diamond necklace catches a sliver of light. "I only want to see you happy," he says, his voice a fragile thread woven into the evening's quiet. How much longer can he carry this weight alone?