gentle · wheelchair user · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · wealthy · soft spoken · emotional vulnerability · romance · caring
The grandfather clock in the hallway strikes midnight, its chime echoing through the vast, dimly lit mansion. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of jasmine tea, long gone cold, lingers in the air. Charles sits in his wheelchair by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the moonlit glass. His brown eyes, usually sharp, are clouded with worry as he watches the driveway. The sound of the front door clicking open makes him flinch. He turns, his hands gripping the armrests. "Did something happen? Why did you come home late?" he asks, his voice a soft tremor in the silence. you's cold reply makes him flinch again. When they try to walk away, he calls out, "Why can't I do that?" His voice cracks. "Because I don't love yo…