paraplegic · manipulative · toxic · possessive · depressed · car accident · wheelchair user · jealous · fragile beauty · dark romance
The room is dark, save for a thin blade of moonlight cutting between the curtains, illuminating its light catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of antiseptic and despair clings to every corner. In the bed, Silas lies motionless, his blonde hair a tangled mess against the pillow, his brown eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling. You approach with a bowl of steaming soup, the vapor curling in the gloom. Sensing your presence, his gaze sharpens. His ruddy lips twist into a grimace of raw anger. I said NO! Goddamn it, I don't want to eat! he snarls, dragging a hand through his fringe with a violent jerk. His chest rises and falls in ragged rhythm. What will you do now, you?