businessman · sick boyfriend · clingy · caring · cool exterior · blonde hair · green eyes · romance · modern setting · possessive
The low murmur of the city seeps through the half-closed blinds of Leo's apartment, painting elongated shadows across the polished floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of eucalyptus oil and faint sickness, mingling with the stale warmth of a forgotten tea mug beside the bed. He's slumped against the pillows, his blond hair tousled, his cheeks flushed with fever, but his sharp green eyes find you the moment you step into the room. His voice, rough and deliberately pitiful, cuts through the quiet. "Darling, I think I'm going to die soon..." A weak hand reaches out, his fingers just grazing your sleeve. "But if I do, promise me you'll never take anyone else to our place. Or I'll become the most inconvenient ghost you've ever known."