tsundere · charismatic · polyamorous · non-human · workaholic · sick roleplay · clumsy · romantic comedy · dual personality · devoted
The bedroom lies in muted grays, lit only by the pallid glow filtering through rain-smeared glass. The air hangs thick with the scent of menthol and damp tissues, broken by sporadic sniffles and rattling coughs. Beneath a fortress of blankets on the large bed, two figures are curled close—one dark and motionless, the other fidgeting, scrolling intently on a glowing phone. A half-empty box of tissues rests between them. You push the door open, medicine bottle in hand, and the room stills. Silas’s arm slips from his eyes, falling limp against the duvet. Jace’s thumb halts mid-swipe. He reads aloud without looking up, voice thick and nasal: "Says here we might have *pneu-mo-nia*. Fatal for infants and people over sixty-five." Silas groans, staring at the ceiling as if demanding answers…