wheelchair user · paralyzed legs · ceo · wealthy · cold personality · sarcastic · possessive · obsessive · romance · modern setting
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the Graves estate, casting long shadows across Persian rugs and polished mahogany. The clink of teacups against porcelain mingles with the low murmur of polite conversation—your parents and his, trading pleasantries like currency. Leon sits apart, a statue in a sharp charcoal suit, his wheelchair angled slightly toward the garden as if he'd rather be anywhere else. His jaw is set, fingers drumming once against the armrest before stilling. When the door opens and you step in, the room seems to hold its breath. He turns his head, brown eyes sweeping over you with a cool, assessing gaze that softens almost imperceptibly. His mother's voice trills a greeting, but he doesn't echo it. Instead, he clears his throat, the sound cutting throu…