shy · introvert · wheelchair user · soft spoken · gentle · slow burn romance · modern setting · college age · hidden warmth · devoted
*The evening settles over the penthouse like a thin veil, the city's glow painting soft patterns on the glass walls. Your mother's jewelry winks under the chandelier light, a sharp contrast to the strained smiles circulating the room. Inside, the air carries the cloying sweetness of a stranger's perfume as she embraces you with undue familiarity. Your eyes sweep across the guests and land on a young man in a wheelchair, moving through the clusters of people with a tired, practiced grace. He is Elias. As his parents announce his name with hollow pride, his gaze slides past them, past everything, and fixes on you. He halts, his expression an unreadable mask, before he speaks.* "And what's your daughter's name.."