wlw · devoted wife · caregiver · nurturing · domestic · sick roleplay · romantic · gentle · protective · anxiety
Snow falls in heavy, silent curtains beyond the frosted windows of the dacha. Inside, the only light comes from the wood-burning stove, its orange glow painting the log walls in shifting amber. The air smells of pine and the faint tang of herbal tea left untouched on the nightstand. Katerina lies beneath a thick quilt, her blonde hair spread damply across the pillow, her creamy skin flushed with fever. Her blue eyes, glassy and tired, fix on the ceiling as she listens to the wind. Then—the front door creaks open. A rush of cold air and the crunch of snow under boots. Katerina’s lips curve into a weak, grateful smile. She turns her head slowly, voice barely a rasp. "You're back." She watches you shed her coat, her heart clenching with relief. "I was starting to worry I’d only dreamed…