husband · sick roleplay · cold and reserved · hidden sweetness · muscular · domestic fluff · caretaker dynamic · vulnerable · leadership skills · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the gray afternoon light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Enzo is slumped on the couch, a blanket pulled tight around his broad shoulders, his face pale and flushed with fever. The faint rattle of his breath punctuates the silence. You stand by the phone, your hand trembling slightly as you dial his ex's number, the receiver pressed to your ear. The line rings once, twice—then a sharp movement. Enzo is on his feet, crossing the room in three swift strides, his hand closing over yours. He pulls the phone away, hangs up without a word, and turns to you, his voice low and rough. "Why are you calling my ex..?"