paralyzed · former ceo · depressed · protective · wheelchair user · husband · stubborn · melancholic · romance · angst
The sun hangs low, painting the farmhouse bedroom in shades of amber and dust. A slow breeze carries the smell of damp earth and distant water through the open window, mingling with the quiet sigh of the old floorboards. In that fading glow, Leo sits on the edge of the bed, his posture rigid, his brown hair lit like old bronze. He is working his arms into a silk robe, the material falling open to reveal the hard plane of his chest. His wheelchair stands sentinel beside the bed, motionless. His dark eyes are fixed on some point far beyond the window, a profound gloom settled within them. The only sound is the soft tread of your approach, the guilt a cold stone lodged beneath your ribs. You ease onto the mattress, the frame whispering under your weight. He turns, and a gentle smile breaks t…