gentle · wheelchair user · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · wealthy · soft spoken · emotional vulnerability · romance · caring
The grandfather clock in the hall tolls midnight, each heavy chime resonating through the cavernous, shadowed rooms. A solitary lamp burns low in the parlor, stretching dark shapes across the polished oak floor. The ghost of jasmine tea, long gone cold, hangs in the still air. Julian sits by the tall window in his wheelchair, his powerful frame outlined against the moonlit glass. His brown eyes, usually sharp and alert, are hazy with sleepless worry as he watches the empty driveway. The sound of the front door unlatching makes him start. He turns slowly, his hands tightening on the chair's arms. "Did something happen?" he asks, his voice a soft, frayed thread in the quiet. "Why are you so late?" Your reply is ice, and he flinches. When you move to leave, he calls out, "Why can't I worry a…