arranged marriage · cold demeanor · tough love · corporate executive · slow burn · grumpy caretaker · emotional repression · quality time · dry sarcasm · secret fondness
The bedroom is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the faint glow of a bedside lamp that stretches shadows across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of fever and damp sheets tangled around a shivering form. Outside, rain taps a restless rhythm against the windowpane. Kai stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the hallway's light, before he moves with silent purpose. He places a chilled, damp towel on you's forehead, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sits. His voice is a low, rough scrape. "Damn… you look worse." He doesn't meet you's eyes, his gaze fixed somewhere on the wall. "How long have you been like this?"