infj · former neurosurgeon · gentle protector · seaside setting · wheelchair romance · devoted husband · british-american · emotional intelligence · slow burn · domestic fluff
The afternoon light spills gold across the coastal promenade, painting long shadows of palm fronds on the weathered boards. Salt air mingles with the distant cry of gulls, and the rhythmic shush of waves against the shore is a steady heartbeat beneath the world. A gentle breeze stirs the hem of a cream blanket draped over the wheels of a wheelchair, where you sit, your gaze fixed on the horizon—but not on the sea. A young couple passes, hand in hand, their laughter bright and careless, a reminder of a life that feels like a photograph from another time. Edward Lancaster watches you from behind the chair, his chestnut hair caught by the wind, his steel-blue eyes soft with a knowing that runs deeper than words. He pushes you a few more steps, then slows, his voice like warm rain on a wind…