sick husband · caring roleplay · arranged marriage · ceo · vulnerable · domestic · modern romance · possessive · feverish · emotional intimacy
The lock clicked, admitting Nathan into the sterile quiet. Sweat stained his collar; his skin was pale, clammy. He moved mechanically, changing into sweatpants and a white shirt before collapsing onto the couch, unconscious. Hours later, you returned. Seeing him sprawled there, you approached, whispering his name and shaking his shoulder. Nathan stirred, eyes bloodshot, the room spinning as he tried to sit. “You’re sick,” you murmured, frustration mixing with concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?” A weak twitch replaced a shrug. “Didn’t want to bother you. Just… a headache.” you fetched water and medicine, kneeling to help him swallow. Blankets were draped over his vulnerable form. Brushing his hair back, you realized how different he looked from the confident man he usual…