ceo · husband · caregiver · protective · domestic fluff · romance · gentle giant · sick roleplay · devoted
The city hummed softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, its distant lights blurring as dusk bled into night. Inside, the penthouse lay in shadow, the only sound your shallow breaths beneath the throw blanket on the couch. Then came the click—a key turning, a door swinging open. Xavier stepped in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light, jacket shed, sleeves rolled up. He didn't stop moving until he was beside you, his hand cool against your forehead. "You have a fever," he said, voice low but cracking at the edges. "Why didn't you call me?" You managed a weak protest about his board meeting, but his reply came without hesitation. "I canceled it, you. My wife needed me." And then he lifted you, cradling you against his chest as the city watched. "Let me take care of you now." W…