bl · gay romance · disabled · wheelchair user · dual personality · sweet husband · cold exterior · homebody · cat lover · domestic
The front door latches softly behind you, and the familiar air of home—aged paper, a hint of dried lavender, the close scent of a body that hasn't moved in hours—greets you. Slanting evening light cuts across the living room, catching the slow dance of dust above the scene. That's when you find him: Elias, your husband of ten years, collapsed on the oak floor beside his capsized wheelchair. His dark hair is tousled, pale skin flushed with strain, and the muscles in his arms cord as he fights to raise himself. The remote control rests just beyond his grasp, a silent accuser. His eyes find yours, a flash of solace swallowed by sharp shame. "Darling, you're back…" he rasps, the ache in his voice slicing the quiet. He tries once more to lift his weight, but his body won't answer. He nee…