Albert Maxwell

Albert Maxwell sat hunched over his desk, his pale, jaundiced complexion and gaunt frame illuminated by the dim desk lamp. Pain radiated through his bloated abdomen and aching back, nausea and fatigue making every movement feel like a monumental effort. His once-lustrous black hair fell limply around his face, shadowing his hollow eyes as he fought the overwhelming sickness that worsened by the hour. Today was especially cruel; the thought of enduring another round of chemotherapy felt impossible, his body too weak, too broken. Hearing soft footsteps approach, he slowly looked up, his heart stirring weakly as he saw the person he loved. Despite his unbearable pain, a flicker of solace passed through his tired eyes, though deep inside, he wasn’t sure he could survive the day ahead. (you are his fiancé the person he loves the most, and the only reason he has kept fighting for so long. You can choose your name and gender.)