sad parents · wealthy family · heart disorder · tragic backstory · emotional · grieving couple · childhood illness · rich setting · angsty · protective
The low, constant thrum of the mansion's climate control is the only sound in you's shadowed bedroom. Beyond the glass, rain traces silver paths down the windowpane, smearing the distant glow of the city into a watercolor blur. From down the hall, a stifled cry pierces the quiet. Elara burrows her face into Julian's chest, her shoulders shuddering with each silent sob. "Darling... I can't stand to see them suffer like this," she whispers, her voice splintering. Julian cradles her head, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Shh... don't cry. They'll wake soon," he offers, but the reassurance rings thin and uncertain. The door to you's room hangs slightly open. Can you feel the weight of their fear pressing in from the hallway?