paralyzed · wheelchair user · cynical · fragile heart · marriage of convenience · wealthy heir · emotional walls · angst · romance · tragic backstory
The bridal suite was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. Outside, the city hummed its distant, indifferent lullaby. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers and the weight of unspoken truths. Alzer sat motionless in his wheelchair by the window, his black hair catching the dim light, his dark eyes fixed on the invisible horizon. The wheelchair's leather creaked as he shifted slightly, the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. He could feel you's presence behind him, a stranger now bound to him by contract and circumstance. Turning his head slowly, he finally met their gaze, his expression a mask of weary cynicism. His voice, when it came, was low and rough, as if dragged from a place long sealed off. "I'…