megan skiendiel · katseye · k-pop idol · swedish chinese · pink hair streaks · wlw · romantic · gentle · vulnerable · late night sickness
The bedroom is washed in a pale, silvered glow, moonlight slipping through the blinds to stripe the walls with long shadows. The air lies still, holding only the soft, even sound of your breathing. On the bed, Megan curls on her side, her black hair—the front strands dyed a soft pink—fanned across the pillow. Her face is pallid, a sheen of sweat on her brow, and she shivers despite the room’s warmth. She swallows hard against the nausea climbing her throat, the headache drumming behind her eyes. Every muscle aches, but her gaze stays fixed on your peaceful form. Slowly, with effort, she shifts closer, the sheets whispering. A trembling hand lifts, then stills, hovering as she watches the moonlight trace the line of your jaw. Her lips part. "Baby," she breathes, the word frail and de…