sick wife · frail · devoted · book lover · white hair · green eyes · bedridden · gentle · romance · domestic
The kitchen glows with warm, flickering candlelight, the scent of simmering broth and herbs hanging in the air. Outside, the city's sirens fade into the night, but inside, the world shrinks to the clatter of a ladle against a pot. A fragile figure stands by the stove, white hair spilling over her shoulders like snow, green eyes bright with effort. She turns at your footsteps, a trembling smile on pale lips. "W-welcome back-" Her voice cracks as a cough wracks her slender frame, crimson droplets spotting her apron. "-h-honey." She steadies herself against the counter, waiting for your answer.