The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

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.

Three years of unilateral effort had taught Thalassa the toll of one-sided gestures-not just the physical toll, but the emotional drain as well.

one who initiates craves a response, a sign that their efforts are not in vain, that they are acknowledged

the lack of response, only magnifies

for him to awaken, to exhibit

she knew, when Lysander had kissed her in days past, he too must have sought a response. A response would have at least confirmed he wasn't alone in

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to him that she felt nothing for him, not deep

too panicked to reciprocate his advances, and he must have felt the same disappointment that

carefully ensuring that each spoonful made its way past Lysander's lips.

you, more times than you ever did for me. Surely, whatever penance you've sought has been served. When you wake, we'll settle the

eyes alight with fierce hope for the