The morning sunlight spilled into the apartment, painting the walls with a gentle glow. Adrian had just returned from picking up breakfast when he heard it—a strangled gasp followed by a violent cough. His heart leapt into his throat.

“Leviana?” he called, rushing toward the bedroom.

He froze at the sight before him. Leviana sat hunched over the edge of the bed, a trembling hand pressed against her lips. Crimson streaks stained the white tissue in her grasp. Her shoulders shook as she coughed again, a pitiful sound that sliced through the quiet.

“Adrian—” Her voice was hoarse, breaking as tears pooled in her eyes. “It’s getting worse… I can’t—”...