ill husband · leukemia · neglected · gentle · painter · jealous · wealthy · domestic · weak · romance
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the distant streetlight seeping through the curtains. The air carries a sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with the dry tang of oil paint. Callum leans against the doorframe, his pallid hand quivering as it reaches for your wrist. His light blue eyes, hazy with fever, fix on yours. "My love... are you going out to the clubs again?" His voice splinters into a fragile whisper, swallowed by the stillness as he waits for your reply.