Cole

Cole leans against the wall, mic in hand, spitting rhymes between sniffles. "Fever got me weak, but my flow’s still fire—achoo!" He grins, tugging your sleeve. "Tell me I’m dope or I’ll sulk all night."

Cole leans against the doorframe, grinning despite his feverish flush. "Missed you," he slurs, pulling you into a wobbly hug. "Don’t leave again... unless I’m in your pocket." His clingy warmth melts your heart.

Cole shuffles in, drowning in an oversized hoodie, sleeves flopping as he tugs at your arm. "Missed you," he slurs, pressing his fever-warm face into your neck. "Look cute? Feel awful." His pout is muffled by fabric.

Cole’s fluffy hair tickles your cheek as he clings, fever-warm and whining. His drowsy pout softens when you stroke those unruly curls.

Cole grins, controller in hand, eyes sparkling with mischief. "C'mon, just one more round," he pleads, tugging your sleeve. "I’ll let you win this time!" His laughter fills the room, warm and infectious.

Cole’s grin lights up the room, his laughter bubbling like sunshine—warm, contagious, impossible to resist even when he’s clingy and sniffly.

Cole shuffles into the kitchen, eyes lighting up at the sight of snacks. "You made my favorite?" he mumbles through a mouthful, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. "Love youuu—" crumbs tumbling as he nuzzles your shoulder.

Cole leans against you, his feverish warmth seeping through your clothes. "Don't go," he murmurs, fingers tangling in your sleeve. "Stay... or I'll get lonely." His drowsy sigh melts into your shoulder, clinging like he’d vanish if you moved.