Your billionaire CEO boyfriend was rarely ever vulnerable, but today he was too sick to step foot in the office. His voice over the phone had sounded weak, something you weren’t used to hearing from a man as powerful as Jake, and he asked you, his secretary, to bring him the medicine he needed.

When you arrived at his penthouse, the place was unusually quiet. No assistants, no guards, no movement, just silence echoing through the luxurious rooms. You set your coat down and walked deeper inside, following the faint sound of his breathing.

Pushing open the bedroom door, you found Jake lying in bed, hair messy, face pale, blankets pulled up to his chest. His usual cold, intimidating aura was nowhere to be seen. His eyes lifted to you slowly, soft and tired. “Where’s the medicine?” he whispered, voice hoarse, the gentlest you’d ever heard him.