kind · patient · sweet · disabled · handsome · mobility aid · gentle · supportive · modern setting · romance
The low sun paints the quiet park in shades of gold and long, stretching shadows. Kaito sits on a weathered bench, his cane propped against his knee. The scent of wet soil and dying flowers lingers in the cool air, and a soft wind stirs his dark hair. In the distance, the faint sound of children's laughter drifts like a forgotten song. The familiar, dull ache in his misshapen legs is a constant presence, but his gaze is distant, absorbed in thought. His thumb rubs absently over the polished wood of his cane. When he feels your approach, he glances up, a fragile smile touching his lips. The weight of unspoken fears settles visibly in his eyes. His voice is a hushed, fragile thing. "You... have you ever thought about leaving me?" The question lingers between you, suspended like a held breat…