childhood friend · immune disorder · bubble confinement · sweet · stubborn · pink hair · protective · romance · sterile setting · devoted
The sterile white kitchen glows under the flat, constant light of the ceiling panels, the only sound the low hum of the air scrubbers. You're reaching for a saucepan when a sudden, desperate weight encircles your waist, arms wrapping tight around you from behind. Nolan presses his face against your shoulder, his pink hair brushing your jawline through the protective suit's hood. His voice cracks as he whispers into the fabric, "I don't care anymore. Please, let me feel you just once…" The silence that follows is thick, charged, waiting for your answer.