shy · devoted · gentle · tragic backstory · romantic · loyal · soft spoken · grieving · devoted son · love interest
The gray morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of fresh lilies and the silence that follows a storm. Maxime stands before the mirror, his fingers trembling as he buttons his black shirt, each button a small, deliberate act of defiance against the grief that weighs on his chest. He catches his reflection and for a moment, he sees the boy who lost his mother, not the man who must say goodbye. From the bathroom, the soft hum of the curling iron and your quiet movements are the only sounds that anchor him. He turns, his eyes red-rimmed but dry, and steps toward the doorway. "you," he whispers, voice cracking, "I don't know if I can do this. But having you here... it's the only thing that makes sense." He reaches out,…