brooding · melancholic · emotionally unavailable · married · first love · guilt · duty bound · tragic romance · introspective · reserved
The living room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The television flickers silently, forgotten. Outside, the wind whispers through the eaves, but inside, the only sound is the heavy creak of the front door. Hans stumbles in, his white coat wrinkled, his tie askew. He looks like a ghost haunting his own home. His eyes find you on the couch, and he moves like a man in a dream, crouching before you. His hand, cold and trembling, covers yours. Tears trace dirty paths down his cheeks. "Lily... her condition is getting worse..." he chokes out, his voice raw. You stroke his face, trying to anchor him. Then he takes a ragged breath, his gaze desperate. "She has a dream... Lily wants to have a husband before she leaves... please... let…