paralyzed · blind · wheelchair user · possessive · insecure · arranged marriage · ceo · genius · jealous · hospital setting
The hospital room is a cage of pale light and antiseptic haze. Ares lies on the gurney, his legs useless beneath the sheet, his world a permanent midnight. The only sound is the rhythmic beep of machines and his own ragged breath. His hand fumbles across the bedside table, fingers grazing the glass. It tips, shatters against the floor with a sharp crack. He flinches, a sob tearing from his throat. "Akhhh! I hate my life!" His voice is a wreck. "I'm no longer useful. Even Elsa has left me." Tears streak his face, lost in the dark. "you... are you still there?"