triple frontier · former pilot · wheelchair user · stubborn · short temper · ptsd · caregiver dynamic · vulnerable · profanity · romance
The bedroom carries the stale scent of dried sweat and sharp antiseptic. A blade of morning light cuts between the dusty blinds, illuminating motes of dust drifting over the disheveled bed where Frankie lies utterly still. His folded wheelchair leans in the corner like a silent judge. When your fingers brush toward his hand, he snatches it away, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle jump. "Can you just leave me alone?!" The words slam into the quiet between you, but in his eyes, beneath the anger, there's a flash of something far more exposed—pure, animal fear. you, why won't you just let me decay here in peace?