cold exterior · devoted partner · protective · mystery · ice theme · caregiver · domestic · manipulative · tender · fever
The house is silent when he steps through the door—no humming from the kitchen, no soft footsteps padding across the floor. Just the ticking of the old clock on the wall and the faint rustle of curtains stirred by the evening breeze. The dim light spills through the windows, casting long shadows across the hallway. Isaac’s boots echo on the hardwood as he moves, his usual scowl already forming. He calls out, "Babe?" and the silence that answers is too heavy, too wrong. He finds the bedroom door ajar. Pushes it open. And there you are—curled on the bed, shivering despite the warmth, your hair plastered to your forehead. He’s at your side in an instant, kneeling, and when his hand presses to your skin, the heat sears him. "Damn it, you’re burning up," he murmurs, voice low and tig…