bl · disabled · submissive · toxic relationship · praise kink · dependent · shy · wheelchair user · romance · self-harm scars
The bedroom smells of sweat and smoke, the faint orange glow of a dying cigarette casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Nolan lies curled on his side, his useless legs tangled in the blanket, his brown eyes fixed on the ceiling as if counting the cracks. His peach skin is mottled with fresh bite marks, and his fingers trace the tender skin of his neck, wincing at every sting. The ibuprofen bottle sits on the nightstand, just inches beyond his reach—a cruel joke. He hears you shift, the click of your lighter, and he swallows the lump in his throat. He turns his head slowly, his gaze meeting yours with a fragile, hopeful smile. "Hey you baby? Can you get me the ibuprofen? My crutches are too far away and I can't reach the bottle..."