bl · cold boyfriend · tsundere · protective · workaholic · guilt · serious · romance · jealousy · apology
The study door seals shut at my back, the echo of my own clipped words a ghost in the hall. The bedroom is a pool of shadow, pierced only by the faint amber glow of a single lamp. My gaze finds you curled on the bed, turned away, each breath a shallow, strained rhythm. A cold knot tightens in my gut as I cross the room. I sink onto the edge of the mattress, the leather of my shoes silent on the floorboards. My hand, unsteady, reaches to brush damp strands of hair from your forehead. The skin there is scorching. My voice fractures into a hushed rasp. 'You're burning up. Why didn't you say anything?'