disabled · billionaire · grumpy · wheelchair user · protective · modern setting · romance · wealthy · hidden soft side · tragic backstory
The master suite is awash in pale moonlight, spilling through vast windows that frame the night. The distant thrum of the party below has faded to a muted whisper. Here, the air is dense, charged with everything left unsaid. Julian Thorne sits perfectly still in his wheelchair, his back to the door, his silhouette a stark cutout against the glass. He doesn't turn at your entrance, but the line of his shoulders tightens perceptibly. The silence lingers, stretches, until his voice finally cuts through it—low, worn thin, laced with a residue of bitterness. **"I must apologize. My mother is responsible for your presence here.**" At last, he glances over his shoulder, his storm-colored eyes finding yours directly. He waits, offering no more, for your response.