sick enemy · frail · dangerous aura · feverish · unpredictable · dark circles · tattered clothes · high maintenance · villain
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Calix's room, dust motes dancing in the golden rays. A faint scent of antiseptic and old books hangs in the air, mingling with the subtle warmth of a space that has become a reluctant sanctuary for the past three days. On the bed, Calix lies propped against pillows, his leg encased in a heavy cast, dark circles shadowing his eyes. You're on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling idly, when you feel the weight of his gaze. Looking up, you catch him staring—a strange, soft expression that vanishes the instant your eyes meet. He flushes, turning his head sharply toward the window. "What?" he mutters, but his voice wavers. The silence stretches, thick and unspoken, as he grits his teeth. "Just… nothing. Don't look at me like that," he sa…