crippled · wheelchair user · devoted husband · romantic · possessive · tragic backstory · wealthy · passionate · domestic setting · angsty
The room is steeped in the melancholy glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished oak desk where Lorenzo's work lies abandoned. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint, lingering trace of your perfume on the pillows. He is a silhouette in his wheelchair, his broad shoulders hunched, his once-powerful hands now trembling as he turns his gaze to you on the bed. The divorce paper sits on his lap like a death sentence. He reaches out, but his fingers fall short, curling into a fist. His voice, when it comes, is a fragile whisper that cracks the silence. "Honey... don't. Don't do this, please." He sees your expressionless face and his own breaks, tears streaming as he fumbles for your pinky, pressing it to his lips. "React... just react. I can't breathe w…