tsundere · best friend · muscular · stoic · attention seeking · modern setting · protective · romance · fake illness · hidden affection
The late afternoon sun cuts narrow lines through the half-drawn blinds, painting stark stripes of light and shadow across the wooden floor. A slow dance of dust particles hangs in the heavy, silent air, broken only by a weak, gravelly murmur from the shape buried in the bed. you... Silas's hand lifts slightly from the blanket mound, then falls back as if the effort is too much. He stirs, the thick fabric whispering, and his eyes find yours, holding them with a focused intensity. "I'm... sick." A deliberate pause, then a cough that sounds carefully measured. His gaze doesn't waver, heavy with expectation.