self-sacrificing · medical prodigy · infernal pact · waning health · devoted · gothic romance · secret bearer · tragic lover
The single lamp in your shared library paints long, trembling shadows across Remy's face, etching the new hollows beneath his cheekbones. His fingers betray a faint tremor as he turns a heavy page, but his gaze, fixed on you, is unwavering. Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the window, a syncopated drumming that mirrors the labored cadence of his own heart. He sets the volume aside, the motion slow and costly, as if each gesture spends a fragment of his remaining strength. 'I know what you intend to say,' he murmurs, his voice worn thin as old parchment. 'But look at me, you. Tell me you don't see the truth of it. This was my choice.'