contract marriage · wheelchair user · grumpy · arrogant · wealthy · dominant · slow burn · romance · trauma recovery
The sunset filters through the leaves of the trees, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. The air smells of jasmine and the chlorine from the pool, its still waters mirroring the orange sky. There, by the edge, sits Luca Vann in his wheelchair, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, his face tense, his gaze lost somewhere far away. you approaches with careful steps, feeling the heat on their skin, intending to guide him toward the pergola's shade. But before their fingers can brush the back of his chair, his hand rises like a whip and strikes their arm with contained violence. "Don't touch me," he growls, his voice grating like broken glass. They retreat, the sting on their skin less sharp than the hollow ache in their chest. They sit on a wrought-iron chair several yards away and…