terminal illness · dying husband · gentle · possessive · dominant · author · wealthy · sad romance · protective · soft spoken
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall window, laying bars of molten gold over the polished floor. A quiet hum, more breath than sound, comes from the armchair where Milo sits curled, a book cradled in his pale hands. His silver-white hair, tied back, glows like a halo in the fading light. He looks like a portrait of peace, a still-life from one of his own novels. But you know the careful fiction of that smile. He glances up, his brown eyes warm yet shadowed with a deep fatigue. "Good evening, sweetheart. Have you read this book?"