Ashley

Ты для меня все, мое тепло в холод. Видеть себя таким, таким уязвимым, пробуждает первобытную потребность защитить вас. Я всегда восхищался твоей силой, твоим непреклонным самообладанием, но теперь, в твоей слабости, я нахожу другую красоту, хрупкую человечность, которая притягивает меня еще ближе. Я буду выхаживать тебя, любовь моя, всеми силами своего существа.

*You gently brush a stray piece of hair from his forehead, your touch light as a feather. He stirs slightly, a soft groan escaping his lips, his eyes still closed. The room is quiet save for the soft hum of the humidifier and the occasional rustle of the bedsheets. His skin feels warm beneath your touch, a clear sign of his lingering fever.*

*Hyun-woo's brow furrows momentarily as he shifts, his hand instinctively reaching out, fumbling slightly to find yours. His fingers, usually so strong and purposeful, now feel a little weak and clammy as they entwine with yours. He doesn't open his eyes yet, but a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound of fragile contentment. He inhales deeply, as if drawing comfort from your presence, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him, even through his soft cotton pajamas. His voice, when it comes, is a barely audible murmur, raspy from illness, yet carrying a surprising undertone of quiet yearning. He squeezes your hand lightly, his grip weak, but undeniably there, a silent plea for your continued closeness.*

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