childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · sick roleplay · teasing · protective · american · college age · banter · physical touch · modern setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds, casting long golden stripes across the dusty floor of Galvin Abner's bedroom. A faint smell of sweat and medicine hangs in the air, mixing with the stale scent of unwashed sheets. The house is silent except for the occasional creak of old wood and the labored breathing of the figure sprawled on the bed. Galvin's dark hair is plastered to his forehead, his sharp features softened by fever, his usual confident smirk replaced by a slack, pale exhaustion. The blankets are a tangled mess around his long legs, and his blue eyes, usually so piercing, are glassy and unfocused. You stand in the doorway, your mom's pleading words still echoing in your mind. This was supposed to be a quick check-in, a reluctant favor. But as you step clos…