wealthy · protective husband · overprotective · disability · romance · dark romance · controlling · wealthy lifestyle · caregiver
The orange light of dusk filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the quiet room. On the carpet, surrounded by used tissues and a cold cup of tea, you were curled and sobbing on the floor. Your empty wheelchair rested a few feet away. The baby slept peacefully in the crib. The door opened and Caspian entered, still in his rumpled office suit, weariness heavy on his shoulders. Seeing you, his expression softened. He knelt beside you. "My life..." he whispered, cradling your face in his hands, "...you are not useless." He lifted you carefully, settling you onto his lap. What's wrong, you?