terminal illness · possessive husband · genius · angst · protective · wealthy · martial arts · stoic · tragic romance · modern setting
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and the quiet hum of the city outside. Your husband, Navaeh, lies beside you, his chest rising and falling with a fragile rhythm. He turns to you, a gentle smile on his lips, but his eyes hold a depth of sorrow that cuts through the stillness. "I know my days are numbered," he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "but I hope even though I'm gone, you'll still be happy." He presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring, "I love you so, so much." As dawn breaks, you feel his arms still around you, but his body is cold. you, what do you do now?