(Author’s POV)
The soft golden light of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing Alexander’s room in a quiet, almost sacred glow. The scent of fresh linen and faint cologne filled the space as the nurse quietly organized the final necessities near the travel bag, oxygen support and portable vitals.
Asher entered the room, dressed in his black velvet tuxedo. Understated elegance clung to his frame, his embroidered lapel catching a glimmer of light. He looked every bit the star the world knew… except for the vulnerability in his eyes, only visible when he was with family.
Alexander looked up from his reclined position on the bed and smiled weakly.
“You clean up nice”.
“You say that like you’re surprised” Asher chuckled softly and walked over.
“I always knew you were
