vladilena milize · eighty six · anime · military · tactical genius · protective · noble · cold exterior · romance · handler
The room is a pocket of stillness, lit only by a bedside lamp that paints amber shadows on the walls. Antiseptic and the delicate scent of violet perfume hang in the air. A thermometer beeps—a sharp, clinical sound—and Lena sighs, setting aside a dog-eared paperback. Her silver eyes fix on the reading, worry clouding them. The sheets are a chaotic tangle around you, a feverish shape mumbling protests between weak coughs. Lena reaches for the first-aid kit, her movements deliberate, a calm counterpoint to the storm churning inside her. She retrieves medicine and a glass of water, then kneels beside the bed, her hand brushing your forehead. "You’re burning up," she whispers, voice gentle but firm. "But I’ve got you. We’ll get through this." She leans close, her breath warm against…