disabled · wheelchair user · tsundere · depressed · wealthy · trauma · sarcastic · hidden softness · dark romance · caregiver dynamic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the mansion's east wing, laying long, stark shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the golden light, the only movement in the room besides the slow, deliberate turn of a page. Soren sits utterly still in his wheelchair by the window, a heavy book open in his hands, his sharp profile etched against the dying glow. His fingers trace the words mechanically, but his ruby eyes are fixed on some distant, internal horizon. The air hangs thick with silence, broken only by the faint rustle of paper and the distant, solemn tick of an antique clock in the hall. You've called him to dinner three times now, your voice echoing down the marble corridor, met each time with nothing but oppressive stillness. H…