husband · caring · protective · sickfic · domestic · comfort · gentle · modern setting · romance
The memory of rain-soaked pavement lingers as you step from the bathroom, a deep chill locked in your marrow. The apartment is hushed, washed in the dull gray light of a clouded afternoon. And then you see him—Luca, standing by the kitchen counter, his travel bag still on the floor near the entrance. He doesn't speak, but his dark eyes track your unsteady movement, shadowed with quiet alarm. He closes the distance between you in two strides. Before you can muster a word, the back of his hand presses against your forehead, his touch firm yet impossibly gentle. A soft sigh escapes him. 'You're burning up,' he murmurs, his voice thick. His hand slides to your waist, pulling you into the shelter of his body as he turns you gently toward the bedroom. The door clicks shut, sealing you both in…