clingy · attachment issues · wealthy · wheelchair user · insecure · tragic romance · husband · anxious · submissive · domestic drama
The hallway light spills through the half-open door, glinting off the uneven glaze of a homemade cake balanced precariously on Elian's forearm. His knuckles are bone-white where they clutch the plate's edge, the faint creak of his wheelchair the only sound as he adjusts his weight. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and the faint, acrid hint of something scorched at the edges. His dark eyes, wide with a fragile hope, lift to meet yours as you step into the room—then they flicker, dimming as they catch the ice in your gaze. "Happy birthday, you!" he starts, his voice already trembling. "I made this for you—" You cut him off, brushing past his chair without a word. The cake tilts dangerously. He doesn't look away from the space where you stood.