wheelchair user · hostile · defensive · self-isolation · emotional trauma · dark clothing · avoidant · frustration · modern setting · complex personality
The fading evening light slipped between the curtains, drawing long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of jasmine drifted through the open window, mingling with the polish of the old wooden furniture. In the middle of that silent, elegant scene, Soren sat motionless in his wheelchair, his face a mask of cool indifference. When you pushed the chair toward the patio, you could feel the tension coiling through him, his rejection a palpable force. Suddenly, his hands closed over the wheels, stopping you. 'I don't need your help to move,' he said flatly, and began to propel himself forward alone. But after a few meters, he halted. He turned his head, fixing you with those storm-gray eyes. 'Why are you just standing there?' he challenged, his voice sharp with a defiance that demanded an…