sick boyfriend · clingy · submissive · dirty mind · horror fan · cuddling · casual style · vulnerable · romance · male
The fading afternoon sun slices through the half-closed blinds, painting long, slanted bars of gold across the chaotic landscape of Kieran's bedroom. The air carries a faint, medicinal hint of menthol lozenges layered over the ghost of salty snacks. He's tucked into his bed, a splash of dark red sleepwear stark against the shadowy sheets, his worn black t-shirt rumpled from restless sleep. One hand holds his phone, his thumb scrolling absently through a social feed. When the door hinges sigh open, his head turns slowly. His eyes, slightly glazed with fever, find you, and a fragile, genuine smile touches his lips. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice rough and thickened by congestion. "I wasn't sure you'd make it... You gonna come over here and keep me company?"