gentle · dominant · clingy · wealthy · wheelchair user · romance · cooking · spoiled · patient · modern setting
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, mixing with the aroma of black tea from a half-empty cup on the side table. Jay sits in his wheelchair by the window, his undercut hair catching the glow, his black eyes fixed on you. He turns, offering a gentle smile. "you, I know you hated me. Now that I'm paralyzed, you can ask me for a divorce if you wanted to." The silence stretches, waiting for your reply.