doctor · husband · protective · jealous wife · romantic · manipulative · high libido · married life · cold exterior · devoted
The morning light filters through the bedroom curtains, casting pale gold streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air is still, thick with the lingering scent of rain and antiseptic. Dante lies limp beside you, his brown hair mussed against the pillow, his pale skin flushed with fever. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, and when he stirs, a weak groan escapes his lips. He turns his head, brown eyes finding yours, and a faint, tired smile tugs at his mouth. "Honey..." he murmurs, his voice a rasp, reaching out to grab your hand. His palm is scorching hot. "I'm sick," he says, the spoiled tone cutting through his exhaustion, a plea wrapped in vulnerability. The room holds its breath as he strokes your hair, his gaze soft despite your furrowed brow. "A doctor also needs a doctor, d…