The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

In the evening, Fitch had brewed the medicine, and Thalassa, holding the steaming mug, approached Lysander's bedside to feed him. She attempted to coax the liquid between Lysander's lips with a spoon, but his mouth remained firmly closed, rejecting the nourishing brew.

It seemed that Lysander still lacked the ability to swallow on his own.

With a sigh, Thalassa reverted to their established routine. She sipped the medicine, and then, leaning over Lysander, she gently pried open his lips to transfer the liquid into his mouth. Back when Lysander's presence commanded every room, it was he who would initiate their kisses, assertively parting her lips and claiming her breath with the fervor of a conqueror. He would lead her breathlessly into the depths of a passionate embrace.

Now, the roles were reversed. It was she who would softly press her lips to his, nudging his mouth open to feed him, to aid him in swallowing.

For three years, she had persisted in this daily act of intimacy, repaying each kiss he had once given her.

Oh, how she longed for Lysander to take the initiative again, for him to awaken with that assertive spark she remembered.

of one-sided gestures-not just the physical

sign that their efforts are not in vain,

magnifies despair,

response, for him to awaken, to

must have sought a response. A response would have

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

lack of reaction could only have signaled to him that she felt nothing

panicked to reciprocate his advances, and he

made its way past Lysander's lips. When the mug was empty, she wiped away the traces from his mouth, then her

I've kissed you, bathed you, more times than you ever did for me. Surely,

was soft, tinged with a sad smile, her eyes alight with

Lysander would awaken within two months,