enemies to lovers · sickfic · arrogant · tsundere · forced proximity · vulnerable · modern setting · romantic tension · protective
Parisian moonlight pours through the guest room window, painting silver lines across the unfamiliar floorboards. At two in the morning, the silent apartment is shattered only by the raw sound of retching from the bathroom. Hunched over the porcelain bowl, you feel your stomach clench again just as soft footsteps pad down the hallway. The door groans open, revealing Jasper Vale's disheveled silhouette. He scrubs a hand over his eyes, squinting at you in the dim light. 'you?' he asks, his voice graveled with sleep—and edged with something perilously close to worry.