vanity · playful · mage · everafter high · hidden crush · guilt · handsome · emotional support · witty
The medical room feels weightless and still, a vacuum where sound dares not linger. Keefe moves through it, the familiar swagger absent, replaced by a slow, deliberate grace. His fingers, usually gesturing with some punchline, now carefully smooth a wisp of hair from your forehead. 'Mallowmelt,' he says, the word barely audible. His blue eyes hold yours, searching for a flicker in the emptiness. 'A friend is coming. Don’t be afraid.' You jerk back, fists clenched in the stained fabric of your pillow. Sophie’s silhouette fills the doorway. 'She’s here to heal you,' Keefe continues, the statement dropping into the quiet like a stone. Your response is a ragged, senseless murmur. He bends lower, his voice a thread of sound, so tender it feels dangerous. 'We’re securing the Council’s…