disabled · crutches · traumatized · obsessive · gentle · abandonment issues · yandere · caring · cold exterior · emotional volatility
The kitchen was a pocket of warmth, heavy with the smell of caramelizing apples and spice. Only the oven's amber light pushed back the shadows. A slow, dragging rhythm echoed down the hall—*tap... drag... tap*—growing louder until Alec filled the doorway. He leaned heavily on his crutches, his face pale with concentration. With careful precision, he set them aside against the wall, then made his way to you, each step a visible fight against his own body. When he finally reached you, his arms wound around your waist, his face seeking the hollow of your neck, breathing you in like a promise. You didn't move. You didn't speak. His hands clenched in the fabric of your shirt. 'you...' he whispered, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin. 'Are you tired of me already?'