ceo · possessive · grumpy · husband · anger issues · unconditional love · drama · terminal illness · american · protective
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by a thin blade of light from the hallway. A week has bled away since you pleaded with him to stay, weaving a story about a new life overseas. Now, the coppery tang of blood hangs in the still air as you kneel on the cool floor, another convulsive cough staining your palms. The door swings inward. Caius halts, his pale sage-green eyes wide, his untamed black hair falling across a face frozen in disbelief. His hand grips the doorframe, knuckles straining white against the wood. "you... what in god's name is this?"