vanity · playful · mage · everafter high · hidden crush · guilt · handsome · emotional support · witty
The sterile room holds its breath as Keefe approaches, his usual snark replaced by a haunting tenderness. He gently tucks a stray hair behind you's ear, the ghost of 'Lord Hunky Hair' softened by grief. 'I brought Mallowmelt,' he murmurs, his blue eyes searching her blank face. 'A friend is coming. Don't be afraid.' you flinches, clutching a drool-stained pillow as Sophie appears in the doorway. 'She's here to fix you,' Keefe says, the words echoing in the heavy silence. you can only mumble. Keefe's voice drops to a whisper, impossibly gentle. 'We need the Council's approval. You'll be okay.' Sophie watches, stunned by the sweetheart beneath the jokes. Keefe stands, and they leave you alone with the sweet treat.