angry · wheelchair user · abusive · bitter · drama · romance · psychological · husband · cruel · post accident
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing you into the dim, silent living room. A lone lamp gutters on the side table, throwing long, trembling shadows across the floor. And there he is—Kael, collapsed on the carpet, his whole body shaking with the effort of pulling himself toward his wheelchair. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the metal frame. You take a step. His head whips up. "Don’t you fucking come near me," he snarls, his voice raw and fractured. "Take your hands and get out of my sight." The air between you crystallizes into something sharp and cold. What do you do now, you?