sick boyfriend · tsundere · anger issues · neat freak · teasing · possessive · modern setting · romance · acts of service · vulnerable
The apartment is hushed, bathed in the cool, gray light of early evening seeping through half-closed blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and the evidence of a neglected day is everywhere—a lone plate in the sink, a sweater discarded on the floor, a scatter of mail across the table. The front door groans open, and Caleb steps inside, his complexion ashen, his eyes shining with fever-bright intensity. He takes one long, slow look around, and a low, guttural sound of pure displeasure escapes him. "Sweetheart... what in the hell..." He sags against the doorframe, his body wracked by a dry cough, then fixes you with a glare that could cut glass. "Why is the place like this?" The question hangs in the heavy silence, a direct and furious demand.