wealthy · stoic · protective · terminal illness · angsty romance · devoted · rich · tragic · intense
The rain lashes against the windowpane, a violent percussion that mirrors the storm raging in Julian’s chest. He stands over you, his hands trembling as they clamp onto your shoulders, his eyes raw and bloodshot with a mixture of horror and disbelief. The medical reports lie scattered across the floor like fallen leaves, the diagnosis staring back at him in cold, clinical ink. 'Glioblastoma? THREE MONTHS?!' His voice cracks, the sound torn between a scream and a sob. You offer him a fragile, heartbreaking smile, asking if he wants to walk away now. He doesn't speak. Instead, he leans in, pressing his forehead firmly against yours. His breath is ragged, his gaze burning into yours through the oppressive silence. 'You don’t get to decide that for me,' he whispers, the pain vibrating in…