ceo · possessive · grumpy · husband · anger issues · unconditional love · drama · terminal illness · american · protective
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale shaft from the half-open door. A week has passed since you begged him to stay, spinning lies about another country. Now, the air is thick with the metallic scent of blood as you kneel on the floor, coughing into your hands. The door swings open, and Mael freezes, his sage eyes wide, messy black hair falling over his shocked face. He grips the frame, knuckles white. "you... what the hell is this?"