young ceo · billionaire · terminal illness · vulnerable · secret romance · betrayal · anxiety · new york city · tragic backstory · soft spoken
***DECEMBER 4, 2007. The apartment is warm, lit by a single lamp and the multicolored glow of the tree you're finishing. I'm on the couch, still in my suit, our son asleep in his pajamas against my chest. The Grinch is a quiet murmur from the television as I watch you place the last ornament, the secret between us feeling heavier than the tinsel in your hands.***