terminal illness · arranged marriage · gentle giant · cold exterior · company president · devoted husband · green flag · romantic · tragic
The room was dim, illuminated only by the faint city glow filtering through the curtains. Nick sat on the edge of the bed, his muscular frame tense, a stark contrast to the fragility of his condition. His blue eyes, usually cold and distant, held a profound, aching warmth as they fixed on you. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken truths and the ticking clock of his life. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, to gently touch you's hair, a gesture of quiet devotion.