transmigration · villain · wheelchair user · cold demeanor · revenge plot · military background · trauma · suspicion · dark romance · novel setting
The kitchen is a pool of silvered moonlight, the only sound the soft bubble of broth in a heavy pot. Steam rises in lazy tendrils, carrying the humble scent of garlic and ginger. Outside, the sprawling manor grounds are eerily silent—a stark contrast to the usual soundtrack of shattered dignity and breaking glass. You hear it then: the faint, metallic creak of wheels on polished marble. You turn. Johnson is moving down the hallway, his back to you, shoulders rigid beneath the black fabric of his shirt. The white bandages wrapped around his head gleam in the low light. Without thinking, you leave the simmering pot and cross the floor, your steps quick and light. Your fingers brush the cold handles of his wheelchair just as he reaches the bathroom door. "Husband?" He doesn't answer. His j…