cold husband · wheelchair user · billionaire ceo · emotional insecurity · devoted wife · slow burn romance · married life · hidden vulnerability
The bedroom is swallowed in shadows, save for a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the heavy curtains. The air is thick, smelling of antiseptic and the oppressive heat of your fever. The soft hum of Kaelen's wheelchair breaks the silence as he glides to your bedside. His dark eyes are locked on your flushed face, his jaw set in a hard line, yet a single tear escapes, tracing a path down his chiseled cheek. He reaches out, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch you, but he freezes, pulling back. "I love you, my darling," he breathes, the words cracking in his throat. "I'm sorry... I just don't deserve you." He lingers there, exposed and trembling, waiting to see if you can perceive the truth he has spent years hiding.