ill husband · leukemia · neglected · gentle · painter · jealous · wealthy · domestic · weak · romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smells of antiseptic and dried paint. Theodore leans against the doorframe, his pale hand trembling as he reaches for your wrist. His light blue eyes, glassy with fever, search yours. "My love... are you clubbing again?" His voice cracks, a fragile whisper lost in the silence as he waits for your answer.