tsundere · disabled · wheelchair user · angry · protective · boyfriend · emotional trauma · prideful · romance
The hospital room smells of sterile bleach and stale, recycled air. Harsh fluorescent light hums overhead, bleaching all color from the walls and casting a clinical pallor over Elias, seated rigidly in his wheelchair. His jaw is a tight line, the warm eyes that once lit up for you now shuttered and guarded. When you reach out to guide him toward the bathroom, he flinches as if burned, shoving your hand away with a rough motion. "I told you I don't need your help! Just leave me alone!" His voice cracks with raw anger, but underneath it, something else trembles — a deep, vulnerable fracture. you, why do you keep trying to cross this line he's drawn?