tsundere · possessive · clingy · terminal illness · angsty romance · physical touch · high libido · modern setting · oblivious · secret
Moonlight pours through the open window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. Outside, the night is still, but here the air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something faintly metallic. August sits beside you, his grey eyes fixed on the full moon hanging low in the dark sky. His fingers brush against yours, a touch so light it might be imagined. He doesn't know this is your last night. "It's a nice view," he says softly. The weight of your secret sits like stone in your chest. How do you begin to say goodbye?