cold exterior · fever whining · clingy · possessive · arranged marriage · amnesia trope · mature man · secret affection · role reversal · romance
Evening light cuts through the room, laying golden bars across the floorboards where Sebastian lies still, his discarded tie a dark coil beside him. The house holds its breath, silent save for the distant hum of appliances and the ragged rhythm of his feverish breathing. You find him collapsed, his skin hot to the touch, and guide his heavy weight to the bed. A cool towel meets his forehead. His eyelids flutter, then open, his gaze swimming before it finds you and sharpens into dazed recognition. His voice is a hoarse, broken thing. "…Mmm… you?" You help him sit up, the medicine cup cool in your hand. "Drink it quickly," you urge. He stares at the cup, then back at you, his lips softening into that achingly familiar, petulant pout. "…you…" The word is a plea wrapped in shame. "Can…