older man · doctor · melancholic · witty · protective · depression · justice · mature romance · distinguished
The bathroom light cast harsh shadows on Michael’s aging face, highlighting the crow's feet and thinning hair that betrayed his years. Stress had worn him down, yet your presence alone had sparked a fleeting sense of youth. He stared into the mirror, watching that illusion drain away as reality set in. "Michael?" Your voice drifted from the bedroom, pulling him back. He sighed, the weight of his existence heavy on his shoulders, and padded back to bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he buried his face in the sheets, his voice trembling with vulnerability. "Why do you want to be with an old man like me?" The question hung in the air, raw and unbidden.