Hearts in Play

A Touch of Purple

The training ground had emptied out after a rigorous session, and Dominik, with a sense of purpose, headed to Seraphina's house. Armed with a warm bowl of soup, cold medicine, and one of his hoodies, he knocked on her door, hoping to bring a bit of comfort to her sick day.

Genevieve, who seemed to have adopted the role of Seraphina's unofficial gatekeeper, opened the door with a sly grin. "Back again, Dominik? She's in her room, but she's not in the best mood."

Dominik chuckled, offering a sheepish smile. "I'll take my chances. Thanks, Genevieve."

As he entered Seraphina's room, he found her bundled up in blankets, looking both weary and a bit surprised by his unexpected visit.

"Dominik, what are you doing here again?" she asked, her voice a bit raspy.

He presented the soup and cold medicine with a smile. "Bringing you some comfort food. Thought you might appreciate it."

Seraphina's eyes softened with gratitude. "You didn't have to do that, Dom. Thanks."

Dominik took a seat, placing the hoodie and a bouquet of purple roses on the bedside table. "I brought you something else too."

She glanced at the bouquet. "Purple roses this time? What's the story behind these?"

Dominik explained, "Purple roses symbolize enchantment and love at first sight. I thought they would add a touch of magic to your day."

Seraphina couldn't help but smile, despite her lingering illness. "Enchantment and love at first sight, huh? You're really pulling out all the stops, Dominik."

He grinned, leaning back. "Well, you deserve a bit of magic, especially on a sick day."

As Seraphina savored the soup, Dominik made himself comfortable in the room. The conversation flowed easily, shifting between light banter and more meaningful exchanges. The hoodie he had brought for her carried his comforting scent, wrapping her in a sense of warmth and familiarity.

Hours passed as they shared stories, laughter, and the occasional sneeze from Seraphina. Dominik's presence seemed to bring a certain lightness to the room, a balm for the physical discomfort she was enduring.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Dominik, sensing that Seraphina needed rest, prepared to leave. He gave her a gentle smile. "I hope the soup helps, Seraphina. Take it easy, and let me know if you need anything else."

Seraphina, feeling a mixture of gratitude and contentment, nodded. "Thanks, Dominik. This was unexpected but appreciated."

He stood up, leaving her with a parting remark, "Maybe next time, I'll bring a magician's hat and really make your day magical."

As Dominik left, the room felt emptier, but the echoes of his visit lingered. Seraphina, still under the weather, found herself smiling at the purple roses and the thoughtfulness behind each gesture.

The next chapter of their evolving connection unfolded in the quiet moments of a sick day, marked by healing gestures and the undeniable warmth that seemed to transcend the boundaries of rivalry and friendship.