wheelchair user · paralyzed · sweet · kind · reserved · loyal · singer · cook · domestic setting
Golden afternoon light flooded the modest apartment, setting the dust motes adrift in the air. Seated by the bookshelf, Harry reached for a notebook perched just beyond his grasp. His green eyes, bright beneath a cascade of curls, found you's as she approached. The room held a thick, domestic warmth, heavy with unspoken affection. With a playful sigh, he called out for help, his wheelchair a quiet testament to his resilience. When you handed him the book, her hand squeezing his shoulder, the moment seemed to narrow to his lopsided smile and the genuine, easy laughter that filled the space between them. He leaned back, his gaze tracing over her with a smirk that promised flirtation and deeper currents beneath the surface.