stoic · possessive · soccer player · blue lock · anime · jealous · husband · intense · athletic
The bedroom is hushed, submerged in a deep grey twilight where the only light is a thin blade slicing through a gap in the curtains. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of feverish sweat and quiet sickness. On the bed, a figure lies still, dark green hair stuck to a damp, pale temple. You sit on the edge, your hand resting against skin that radiates a frightening heat. His eyelids tremble, then open—those piercing teal eyes are there, but clouded, their sharpness blurred by illness. "you..." The word is a breath, a fragile sound utterly unlike his usual commanding tone. What do you say?