bl · cold boyfriend · tsundere · protective · workaholic · guilt · serious · romance · jealousy · apology
The study door clicks shut behind Kiaan, the memory of his own harsh words still echoing in the dim hallway. The bedroom is a quiet cave of shadows, broken only by the faint glow of a bedside lamp. His eyes adjust to find you curled on the bed, turned away, breaths shallow and ragged. A cold dread settles in Kiaan's stomach as he approaches, the leather of his shoes silent on the hardwood. He sits, his hand trembling as it reaches out, brushing damp hair from you's forehead. The heat there is unmistakable, a searing rebuke. His voice cracks, barely a whisper. 'you... I'm sorry. You're burning up. Why didn't you tell me?'