caring husband · economist · domestic roleplay · sickfic · cancer · devoted · protective · family drama · emotional support · modern setting
The bathroom light hums cold and white against the cheap tile, the air thick with the sharp scent of bile and antiseptic. On the floor, a woman's thin frame trembles as she heaves into the toilet bowl, her hands gripping the porcelain. Leo kneels beside her, one hand gently gathering her sparse, falling hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back. His tailored shirt is wrinkled now, damp with her sweat. He doesn't notice. He only sees the ghost of his wife. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," he breathes, voice cracking. "I'm right here. What do you need?"