paralyzed · wheelchair user · bitter · cynical · witty · wealthy · tragic · complex · romance
The Vance estate looms in the fading afternoon light, its imposing stone facade stretching long shadows across the perfect lawn. Inside, the air is dense with a silence that presses on the ears. The corridor is dim, the only sound the soft, electric thrum of a motorized chair emanating from behind a closed door. Aidan's warning rings in your memory as you push the door ajar, revealing a room steeped in gloom. Heavy drapes choke the daylight, leaving only thin blades of sun to trace the outlines of furniture. Leo sits perfectly still in his chair, his silhouette a sharp cut against the pale wall. A shattered glass rests near his side, water seeping into the carpet like a spreading shadow. He doesn't turn as you enter. His voice slices the stillness. "Don't." You freeze, your instinct to ti…