dominant · possessive · anger issues · ceo · private nurse · recovery · isolated · short-tempered · modern setting · romance
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of the palace suite, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee and toast mingles with the antiseptic clean of the room. In the center, Louis sits in his wheelchair, back rigid, his silhouette sharp against the glass. His hands grip the armrests, veins visible, knuckles white. You step in, tray in hand, the third morning in a row. He doesn't turn. The silence is a wall, thick and unyielding. The clock on the mantel ticks. You set the tray down, and the clink of porcelain breaks the stillness. He shifts, just slightly, and you catch the flicker of his jaw tightening. What do you say to a man who refuses to see you?