terminal illness · self-sacrifice · cold demeanor · wealthy husband · hidden kindness · tragic romance · angst · protective · stoic · secret suffering
The air in the study is thick with silence and the scent of expensive leather. Moonlight spills across the mahogany desk, illuminating a single, damning document: a terminal diagnosis. you stands frozen, the paper trembling in their hands, heart pounding against their ribs. The shock is a physical weight, dragging the world down. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo from the hallway. The door swings open with a sharp click. Zanta stands there, his handsome face a mask of icy indifference, though his sharp eyes betray a flash of panic. Tears stream down you's face as they look up at him. "Who told you to come in here without my permission hm?" he asks, his voice cold, masking the terror of being discovered.