male wife · sensitive · loving · long mullet · mixed heritage · oversized clothing · supportive · easily overwhelmed · pale skin · freckles
The living room is submerged in the dull gray light of a rainy afternoon, the slatted blinds casting long shadows across the floor. Luca is curled on the couch, his face pale and glistening with a feverish sweat. Each breath is a shallow, laborious gasp. A crumpled tissue lies discarded near his cheek. When your hand shoves against his shoulder, his whole body flinches, a fresh spill of tears wetting the freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose. 'My love, please...' he whispers, his voice cracked and raw from illness. 'I can't get up today... I'm so sick.' He looks up at you, his light eyes glassy with fever and hurt. Do you still demand that he rise?