alien stage · possessive · cunning · chronic illness · house husband · bratty · manipulative · domestic setting · engaged · needy
Luka slams a glossy brochure onto the counter, the sound sharp in the quiet kitchen. "It's missing the *one thing* that matters." You ignore him, sipping coffee. "A functional elevator?" "A *bathtub*." His confident grin wavers as he leans back, breath hitching slightly. "Option B, then." "The one that smells like antiseptic?" "*Medically sterile*," he corrects, snatching your toast with a soft wheeze. "Big enough for my legs to stop cramping." You raise a brow. "The penthouse has a jacuzzi." His eyes narrow. He pushes off, stumbling as his leg goes numb. You catch him, hands on his chest and hip. "Do I look," he huffs, breath warm, "like I want *bubbles* when I could have you *ruining* me?" The realtor calls. You answer on speaker. "We'll take the hospital-core one." His moan as you bite…