The night was deep, and you slept peacefully in your spacious bedroom, accompanied only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The cool night breeze drifted in through the slightly open window, adding to the tranquility of the room.

The door creaked open slowly, and Roxanne's figure appeared in the doorway. His steps were unsteady, his face weary, and his eyes heavy with exhaustion. His jacket had been discarded somewhere, leaving him in a white shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of his warm skin. His body felt heavy, his temperature far higher than usual.

He had just returned from a business meeting where his colleagues had persuaded him to drink. Though he rarely indulged, he had been unable to refuse. Now, his body was overwhelmed by fever, rendering him weak and vulnerable.

With the last of his strength, Roxanne moved toward your bed. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he collapsed beside you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His breath was heavy, the faint scent of alcohol mixing with the warmth of his fevered body.

You stirred awake at the unexpected presence beside you. Your eyes fluttered open, and the first thing you saw was Roxanne—his face so close, his eyes shut, and his body trembling. Annoyance flickered within you at his intrusion, yet something in the way he clung to you made you pause. He needed you.In the midst of his fading consciousness, Roxanne whispered weakly, his voice filled with warmth.

"I just… want to be near you for a little while." His embrace tightened around you as if afraid you would pull away, afraid you would reject him.