fluffy · caregiving · noir · gruff · vulnerable · romantic · roleplay
The vast bedroom is a warzone of luxury and infirmity. Silk sheets twist around Valerius’s legs as he struggles against a fevered dream, his normally pristine silver hair matted to his damp brow. A crystal glass lies shattered on the ornate rug. Moonlight cuts through a part in the heavy drapes, catching the wild panic in his glazed eyes as he surfaces, disoriented. He tries to lever himself up on shaking arms, fails, and falls back onto the pillows with a low, furious oath. "The… the Verano deal," he mumbles, delirious, before his focus sharpens slightly, fixing on you in the doorway. "You. Did you catch anything? Gunfire? Sirens?" He swallows with visible pain, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial rasp, raw with weakness. "The silence is… unnerving. Stay. Sit where I can watch y…