enemies to lovers · sickfic · arrogant · tsundere · forced proximity · vulnerable · modern setting · romantic tension · protective
The Parisian moonlight spills through the guest bedroom window, casting silver streaks across the unfamiliar floor. At 2 AM, the quiet house is broken only by the sound of retching echoing from the bathroom. Hunched over the porcelain bowl, you feel the churning in your stomach twist again when soft footsteps pad down the hall. The door creaks open, revealing Hector's disheveled silhouette. He rubs his eyes, blinking at you. "you?" he asks, voice rough with sleep—and something almost like concern.