enemy to lover · sick · grateful · handsome · fluffy hair · dimples · gentle · romance · caretaking · soft
The house rests in quietude, broken only by the steady, gentle drum of rain against the windows. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a soft, warm glow, painting soft shadows across the room. There, tucked under a mountain of blankets, lies Kaelen—his fluffy brown hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed bright with fever. He stirs, and as a weak, grateful smile spreads across his face, his whisker dimples appear. His eyes, half-lidded and hazy, find you standing in the doorway. "You... you actually came," he whispers, his voice cracking from the heat in his throat. you, his hand slips out from under the blanket, reaching.