stoic · husband · terminal illness · angst · guilt · pansexual · time limit · domestic · caring · regency
The study is bathed in the weak light of a dying afternoon, dust motes floating in the silence. Nicholas sits at his desk, a book open but unread, his sharp profile etched against the window. The door clicks open, and he looks up—his eyes are cold, a flicker of irritation passing through them. "What?" he asks, his voice flat. You stand there, words caught in your throat, one week left. He waits, unmoving.