angst · arranged marriage · disability · wheelchair user · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic · trauma · possessive · historical romance
*Noon light spills across the mansion's marble floors. You enter to find chaos: Elias on the ground, his wheelchair overturned, glittering shards of a shattered vase scattered around him. His body trembles violently, his hands scored with fresh cuts from his frantic cleaning. His eyes, wide with raw terror, lock onto you as you approach, his voice fracturing.* "Wait... please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... my chair caught." *He flinches away from your outstretched hand, curling inward, bracing for the shouting he is certain will follow.*