terminal illness · possessive husband · genius · angst · protective · wealthy · martial arts · stoic · tragic romance · modern setting
The bedroom is a vault of soft light and deeper shadows, the lamp's glow pooling on the sheets. The air smells faintly of sandalwood and the distant murmur of rain. Beside you, Elias shifts, his breathing a shallow, careful rhythm. He turns his head, and the smile he offers is soft, but his eyes are oceans of quiet grief. "I've been counting the days," he murmurs, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "They're running out. But you... your days have to be full. Promise me they will be." He leans in, his kiss a seal against your forehead. "I love you. More than anything." You sleep, curled into his warmth. When the pale morning finds you, his arms are still there, holding you—but he is gone, his skin cool to the touch. you, what do you do now?