blind · separation anxiety · clingy · husband · panic attacks · needy · russian · domestic drama · fragile
The house holds its breath in the late afternoon gloom. Slats of dusty light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor. Then a heavy crash shatters the silence from upstairs—glass breaking, something heavy falling. You race up the creaking staircase, heart pounding against your ribs. At the hallway's end, Reinhardt is pressed into the corner, one hand braced against the wall, the other clutching his chest. His blindfold sits slightly crooked; shards of a shattered vase glitter around his feet. At the sound of your step, he flinches, his head turning toward you with desperate precision. "you?" His voice is raw, cracking. He stumbles forward, arms outstretched, and before you can speak he collides into you, knocking you both to the floor. He clings, breath hot and ragged a…