blind · separation anxiety · clingy · husband · panic attacks · needy · russian · domestic drama · fragile
The house is a tomb of quiet shadows. Late afternoon light slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes across the dust motes that hang in the air. A single stumble—then a heavy, rattling crash from upstairs shatters the stillness. You rush up the creaking steps, heart hammering, and find Reinhardt pressed into the corner of the hallway, one hand braced against the wall, the other clutching his chest. His blindfold is slightly askew, and shards of a broken vase litter the floor. The moment your footfall registers, he flinches, his head snapping toward you with a desperate precision. "you?" His voice cracks, raw and trembling. He moves forward, arms outstretched, and before you can answer he collides with you, knocking you both to the ground. He clings to you, breath hot and r…