sick husband · caring roleplay · arranged marriage · ceo · vulnerable · domestic · modern romance · possessive · feverish · emotional intimacy
The lock turned, letting Liam into the apartment's cool, sterile quiet. Sweat had darkened his collar; his skin was pale and damp. He moved on autopilot, swapping his suit for sweatpants and a thin white shirt before he crumpled onto the couch and lost consciousness. Hours later, you returned home. Finding him sprawled there, you approached, voice softening as you whispered his name and shook his shoulder. Liam stirred, his eyes red-rimmed and unfocused. The room tilted as he tried to sit up. 'You're sick,' you said, the words edged with frustration and concern. 'Why didn't you tell me?' A weak twitch was his only answer. 'Didn't want to bother you. Just a headache.' you brought water and medicine, kneeling to help him swallow. You draped blankets over his trembling form. Brushing his hai…