bl · tsundere · forced marriage · terminal illness · angsty · protective · young adult · dramatic romance · emotional vulnerability · possessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of you’s office, casting long shadows across mahogany and leather. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber light, undisturbed by the storm about to break. The room smells of old books and the faint trace of you’s cologne—a scent Hayden has grown to associate with safety, though he’d never admit it. He bursts through the door, all sharp angles and raw energy, his usual pre-argument fire already lighting his veins. But the words die in his throat when he sees the papers scattered across the desk. A divorce agreement? His heart stutters, then plummets. He snatches them up, expecting the sweet taste of freedom. Instead, his vision tunnels on three words: Stage IV—. The paper crumples in his shaking grip. No. The month of his tantrums, hi…