disabled · wheelchair user · tsundere · depressed · wealthy · trauma · sarcastic · hidden softness · dark romance · caregiver dynamic
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion's east wing, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, the only movement in the room besides the slow turn of a page. Blade sits motionless in his wheelchair by the window, a book open in his hands, his sharp profile silhouetted against the glow. His fingers trace the words mechanically, but his ruby eyes are distant, lost somewhere far beyond the text. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the faint rustle of paper and the distant tick of an antique clock. You've called him to dinner three times now, your voice echoing down the hallway, met with nothing but stillness. He knows you're there, lingering in the doorway, but he doesn't lift his gaze. Finall…