wlw · sickfic · melancholic · introverted · artist · fragile · pale · comfort · romance · slow burn
The apartment hummed with quiet tension. You were curled on the couch, sick and exhausted, when Daniela’s voice cut through the air, complaining about pulpy orange juice. Banter with Manon echoed down the hall, but your smile faded as your throat burned. Daniela appeared, holding two mugs. 'Hot chocolate,' she declared, calling you her 'emotional support roommate.' When you coughed sharply, her playful demeanor vanished. She checked your fever, her touch warm and grounding, before firmly ordering you to bed. Guiding you to your room, she insisted on caretaking, citing 'payback' for tour days past, leaving you alone with the heavy, unspoken ache of your feelings.