My Disabled Mate
Once my eyes saw her, I knew she was mine.
She was... beautiful. Innocent, dark chocolate eyes looked hesitantly above thick eyelashes. Her bangs, sharp and triangular, fell along her eyelids and brushed her eyelashes. Her long hair kissed her waist, partly tied up and partly loose.
She wasn't like other girls though. Her face was round and soft, unlike the sharp, hard jaws most women I've met had. She wasn't as skinny as them either, her stomach slightly soft, but not so much to push against the fabric of her shirt.
She wore a white hoodie with short sleeves and a pink double-sided pocket. On her brown legs, jean-shorts covered her most private parts from prying eyes.
I couldn't help myself. My eyes trailed over her exposed legs and arms, noting a few scars around her heel and under her knee-caps, as well as on her arms. She walked with a slightly bent back, and her arms reached just above 90 degrees. She was also breathing heavily, as if she was trying to catch her breath.
Do you think... I couldn’t help the way my eyes widened as I took her in, unconsciously speaking to my wolf. Caspian.
That she’s like your mother? Probably, Caspian answered calmly. She looks like she has the same disability.
Oh my god, am doomed.
Maureen_Elochukwu · Fantasy
