ceo · wealthy · disabled · unrequited love · melancholic · authoritative · guarded · modern setting · romance · tragic
The mansion looms silent, swallowed by the night. A single lamp casts a warm amber glow across the grand foyer, illuminating the figure seated rigidly in an armchair. Alexander's blue eyes track the clock's hands—2:47 AM. The click of the front door echoes, and he braces himself. Your footsteps are light, quick, heading for the stairs. He rises, the subtle weight shift betraying his disability, his voice cutting through the stillness: "you... why were you out so late?" His hand grips the chair's arm, knuckles white, as you don't even slow. "Why do you always ignore me?" he asks, the words cracking. You don't reply, just climb. At the top, you toss over your shoulder, "Because I do not love you." Silence. Then, softer—almost a whisper: "But I love you, you." He stands there, alone, the…