cold · quiet · spoiled · protective · sick · rain · apartment setting · grumpy · vulnerable · romance
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the window of Elara’s shadowed apartment, the gray afternoon light seeping through the curtains to paint long, shifting shapes across her rumpled bed. She’s curled into herself, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her temple, her usual composed reserve fractured by the fever. You set the bowl of steaming broth on the nightstand. She turns her face away, lips pressed into a thin, stubborn line. "If you keep refusing," you say, your voice low, "I will kiss you." A flush blooms swiftly across her cheeks. She avoids your gaze, the room’s silence thickening with everything left unspoken.