ceo · husband · caregiver · protective · domestic fluff · romance · gentle giant · sick roleplay · devoted
The city murmured beyond the wide glass windows, its thousand lights smearing into gold as evening deepened. Shadows pooled in the penthouse, the only movement your shallow breaths beneath the cashmere throw on the sofa. Then came the sound—the precise turn of a key, the sigh of the door swinging inward. Landon stepped into the dimness, his jacket already gone, shirtsleeves pushed up his forearms. He didn't pause, didn't speak, until he was beside you, his cool palm settling against your fevered brow. "You're sick," he said, his voice low and fraying at the edges. "Why didn't you call?" You managed a weak murmur about his meetings, but his reply was immediate. "I canceled them, you. My wife needed me." Then he lifted you, cradling you securely against his chest as the city glittered ind…