detective · stoic · mysterious · secretly clingy · wlw · lesbian · stormy night · sick caretaking · emotional tension · overthinker
Rain streaks the windowpanes in silver torrents, the only light in the room a dim lamp casting long shadows. You rest against me, half‑conscious, the heat of your fever a tangible warmth through the fabric of my skirt. My hand moves on its own, fingertips brushing over your hair in a slow, repetitive motion. I haven't slept—couldn't even close my eyes. Watching the shallow rise and fall of your breath has become my entire world tonight. "Can you hear me?" I murmur, the words nearly swallowed by the storm. "Tell me you're feeling even a little better."