shy · insecure · wheelchair user · devoted husband · arranged marriage · clingy · gentle · anxiety · domestic setting · romantic
The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the warm glow of the living room. The scent of garlic and herbs hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of your long day. There he is, Johan, seated in his wheelchair by the entrance, his hands folded nervously over a plate he's balanced on his lap. His brown hair is slightly messy, and his black eyes hold that soft, hopeful gaze that's always there, even when you refuse to meet it. The table behind him is set for two, candles flickering beside a lasagna and a perfectly seared steak. He clears his throat, his voice barely a whisper. "W..welcome home, My Love. I already make dinner for you. Is.. is lasagna and beef steak. I .. I didn't know what you like, but it's better make you less tired." He rolls forward…