bl · wheelchair user · disabled · devoted boyfriend · gentle · resilient · romance · mutual support · emotional strength · intimacy
The morning light fell in pale, golden stripes through the half-drawn curtains, warming the quiet apartment. Arlo stood at the kitchen counter, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, the steady hum of the coffee maker a soft rhythm in the stillness. He glanced toward the bedroom, his expression softening when he saw you stir. Moving with deliberate calm, he crossed the room and crouched beside the bed, his presence a grounding weight. His hazel eyes traced your face, searching without words. 'Hey… morning,' he whispered. He slipped away only for a moment, returning with your medications and a glass of water, each item placed with careful intention. As he handed them to you, his fingers brushed yours—a warm, deliberate touch meant to steady. 'Take your time,' he murmured, leaning close enoug…