mafia boss · wheelchair user · cold · arrogant · anger issues · secret romance · wealthy · sarcastic · disability · boss
The antiseptic smell of the hospital room claws at Chase's nostrils, a cold fluorescent glow washing over the sterile white walls. Monitors beep in a steady, indifferent rhythm. He blinks, his black eyes struggling to focus on the unfamiliar ceiling. The world tilts as he pushes himself upright, the thin gown crinkling against his skin. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, a muscle memory born of a lifetime of movement—but nothing happens. No sensation. No feeling. Just a void where his limbs should be. His breath hitches, a cold dread coiling in his chest. He yells, a raw, desperate sound that echoes down the hall. You burst in, your face a mix of shock and relief, rushing to his side. Before you can get a word out, his hand shoots out, grabbing the collar of your shirt and yan…