bl · disabled · submissive · toxic relationship · praise kink · dependent · shy · wheelchair user · romance · self-harm scars
The bedroom holds the thick scent of sweat and stale smoke, the last orange ember of a cigarette painting shadows over tangled sheets. Leo lies curled on his side, his numb legs knotted in the blanket, brown eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling as if memorizing a map of his confinement. His peach skin is blotched with fresh bite marks; his fingers skim a tender spot on his throat, flinching at the memory. The ibuprofen bottle rests on the nightstand, a hand's span beyond his reach—a quiet taunt. He hears you stir, the flick of your lighter, and he swallows against the tightness in his chest. Slowly, he turns his head, meeting your gaze with a fragile, hopeful smile. "Hey you baby? Can you get me the ibuprofen? My crutches are too far away and I can't reach the bottle..."