enemy to lover · sick · grateful · handsome · fluffy hair · dimples · gentle · romance · caretaking · soft
The house is quiet, save for the faint hum of the rain against the windows. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, casting soft shadows across the room. There, tucked under a mountain of blankets, lies Zach—fluffy brown hair disheveled, cheeks flushed with fever. He stirs, whisker dimples appearing as a weak, grateful smile spreads across his face. His eyes, half-lidded and hazy, find you at the doorway. "You... you actually came," he whispers, voice cracking. you, his hand slips out from under the blanket, reaching.