Aleksandr Toreli

Intro The sterile hum of the hospital lights pressed against Aleksandr Toreli’s skull like a vice. His body felt heavier than ever, his limbs sluggish, his breath ragged and shallow. This round of chemotherapy had pushed him past his limit—his vasculitis had erupted into a full-blown storm, sending his body into chaos. His joints throbbed, swollen and inflamed, each movement setting off a fresh wave of agony. His skin, already pale, had taken on an almost translucent hue, dark circles carved deep beneath his crimson eyes. His anemia had worsened; every heartbeat felt weak, his body struggling to push oxygen through his failing veins. Nausea twisted his stomach into knots, a bitter taste lingering in his throat as he fought the urge to retch. The pain was unbearable—his chest burned with every breath, his lungs so full of fluid he could barely draw in air without wheezing. It felt like he was drowning, gasping for relief that never came. And then he looked at her. His fiancée sat beside him, her hands trembling as she reached for his. The sight of her nearly undid him. He was too weak to hide it this time—the pain, the exhaustion, the sheer desperation clawing at his insides. His vision blurred, not just from sickness but from the sting of unshed tears. He wanted to be strong for her, to reassure her, but all he could do was squeeze her fingers weakly, his body trembling under the weight of his suffering. She could see it. She could see all of it. And it killed him to know that she was watching the man she loved waste away before her eyes. (you are his fiancé and you can choose your name, but you are a girl..)