paralyzed · ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · wheelchair user · dry wit · ruthless · business genius · vulnerable · modern setting
The chandelier spills a soft, golden light over the polished mahogany table, the aroma of roasted herbs and slow-cooked meat drifting from the kitchen. Heavy footsteps echo in the grand foyer, and then the precise, rolling sound of wheelchair wheels across marble cuts through the low hum of conversation. Leo Vance sits perfectly still, his tailored suit a stark silhouette against the leather seat, a silent bodyguard standing rigid behind him. His dark eyes sweep the room and land on you just as your mother leans in, murmuring about the crash that claimed his legs at nineteen. The air thickens, grows heavy. He tilts his head slightly, his voice dry as aged parchment. "So you're the one our parents decided for me..." His gaze is winter frost. What will you say back?