bl · cold ceo · sick user · role reversal · caretaking · protective · gay romance · modern setting · stoic · hidden softness
The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale stripes across the polished hardwood floor. The house was silent, save for the distant hum of the city waking up outside. Oliver stood in the kitchen, his espresso machine cold and silent, the scent of freshly brewed coffee conspicuously absent. He frowned, a flicker of unease stirring in his chest. This was wrong. you was always the first one up, the one who filled the house with the aroma of breakfast and the soft clatter of dishes. Today, there was nothing. He retraced his steps down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. He knocked on you's door, his voice carrying a note of impatience. "you, it's time to get up. You're going to be late." A muffled groan, a sniffle, the creak of a bed. Oliver's jaw…