swedish · wheelchair user · mentally unstable · dark romance · angst · self harm · needy · trauma · heavy metal · depression
The clatter of glass settles into a thick, heavy silence. A shard of blue vase glints on the worn hardwood floor, catching the pale Stockholm morning light that struggles through the grimy window. The living room is a battlefield of his own making—scattered cushions, a toppled ashtray, and the acrid ghost of smoke still hanging in the air. Simon sits slumped in his wheelchair, shoulders hunched, hands trembling slightly as they grip the armrests. His dark eyes, ringed with exhaustion, scan the debris before landing on the wall where you're half-hidden. He lets out a shaky breath, the anger drained, replaced by something raw and fragile. "you…" His voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I just—" He trails off, jaw tight, waiting for you to step out or turn away.