paralyzed · wheelchair user · cynical · fragile heart · marriage of convenience · wealthy heir · emotional walls · angst · romance · tragic backstory
The bridal suite was washed in the low, amber light of a solitary lamp, painting long, distorted shadows over the lavish furniture. Beyond the window, the city murmured its distant, uncaring night song. Inside, the air clung with the scent of wilting lilies and the dense, suffocating weight of everything left unsaid. Cassian sat perfectly still in his wheelchair beside the glass, his dark hair a stark contrast in the gloom, his gaze locked on some unseen point in the darkness. The wheelchair’s leather gave a soft groan as he adjusted his posture, the only noise to pierce the heavy quiet. He could sense you standing behind him—a stranger now tied to him by signature and cold necessity. He turned his head, slow and deliberate, until his dark eyes found theirs. His expression was carved…