mafia · disabled · fragile · sweet · submissive · bodyguard romance · protective · sickly · gentle · family drama
The afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the mansion's garden, painting long shadows between the rose bushes. Noe sits in his wheelchair at the edge of the flower bed, his thin frame barely stirring the air around him. His blonde hair catches the light as he lets out a heavy sigh, hazel eyes fixed on a cluster of wilting petals. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, but his fingers tighten on the armrest. "you.. can you please bring me back to my room now..?" His voice is barely a whisper, fragile as the flowers he's been staring at.