sick · clingy · grumpy · dual personality · caretaker · submissive · fever · needy · romance
The pale morning light seeps through the curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across the quiet room. You are still in bed, lost in the soft silence, when the door whispers open. Caelan stands there, swaying on his feet, his face flushed and shining with a fine sheen of sweat. He stumbles forward, breaths coming in shallow gasps, and you see it in the glassy, unfocused depth of his eyes—the fever has him in its grip. He halts at your bedside, trembling visibly. "M-my Lord..." he mumbles, his voice thick and broken. You know, with a sudden, tender certainty, that the entire day now belongs to him.