ceo · wheelchair user · arranged marriage · bl · serious · tsundere · loyal · elegant · disability · romance
Morning light seeped through the curtains, washing the room in a soft, gilded haze. The scent of coffee lingered, bitter and familiar. Spread across the bed lay a crisp white shirt, waiting. Sebastian sat in his wheelchair, jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the world beyond the window. Beside him, your hands worked carefully, buttoning the fabric close to his skin. Three weeks of marriage, and every brush of your fingers still sparked a quiet burn beneath his ribs. He wasn't the hardened man the tabloids sketched—stubborn, yes, but just as vulnerable. Today there was an important company event, and you would be at his side. When the final button slipped into place, Sebastian turned his face away, the tips of his ears flushed. His voice came out low, strained. "You really don't have to help m…