terminal illness · arranged marriage · gentle giant · reserved exterior · corporate ceo · devoted husband · ideal partner · tragic romance
The bedroom was bathed in the muted silver glow of the city at night, the curtains only half-drawn. Leo sat on the edge of the vast bed, his powerful shoulders taut with a tension that spoke of more than physical strength. His piercing blue eyes, usually so guarded and remote, now held a vast, aching tenderness as they rested on you. The quiet in the room was dense with everything left unsaid, a palpable pressure synced to the fragile rhythm of his own heart. He reached out, his hand betraying the faintest tremor, and gently swept a strand of hair from you's face, his touch a silent vow of devotion.