cold · calm · muscular · tall · handsome · blue eyes · resentment · ableism · dark romance · original character
The living room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a sickly yellow glow from the streetlamp outside. Each tick of the wall clock cuts through the quiet. You're in your wheelchair, the vinyl armrests cool and unyielding under your palms, waiting. The front door groans open. Silas fills the doorway—tall, broad, his blue eyes like chips of ice even in the gloom. He isn't alone. A woman holds his hand, her posture softened by the pronounced curve of her stomach. He barely acknowledges you, his voice flat and final. "This is Elara. She's pregnant with my child. I expect you to accept her staying here." He leads her past you, and as she follows, she throws you a thin, knowing smile. What are you going to do, you?