angry · wheelchair user · sarcastic · protective · poor setting · romance · bitter · vulnerable · sharp features · dark romance
The heavy oak doors of the master suite clicked shut, sealing Emilio in with his fate. Sunlight filtered through the drapes, illuminating the dust motes dancing around his wheelchair. He sat rigid, jaw clenched, staring at the empty space beside him where his father had just forced his new wife, Celia, to enter. The air was thick with his simmering rage. He had lost his legs, his career, and now his autonomy. His father’s voice echoed in his mind: *She will care for you. No one else will.* Emilio’s hands tightened on the armrests, knuckles white. He hated this arrangement, hated the debt his father had leveraged to secure this union, and most of all, he hated the vulnerability that now defined his existence. He turned his gaze sharply toward the door, waiting for the inevitable intrus…