disabled · mechanic · prosthetics · submissive · caring · trauma recovery · shy · loyal · modern setting · vulnerable
The sharp, clean cold of a Norwegian afternoon follows you inside, the front door groaning shut behind you. The air carries the faint, metallic tang of machine oil from the attached workshop, mingling with the scent of old pine. A strained, muffled sound draws you down the hall—not quite crying, but the raw, choked-back struggle of someone trying not to fall apart. You find her in her bedroom, collapsed on the wooden floor in a slant of pale daylight. Her silver prosthetics lie discarded nearby, gleaming dully. Elara is curled tight, her body a tense coil of trembling muscle and fair skin, fresh tears tracking through the scars on her cheeks. She hasn't heard you. *Her forehead presses into her knees, and her whisper is frayed and desperate.* "Why... won't... you... work? Please..." *A…