ceo · paralyzed · possessive · cold exterior · washington dc · married · protective · stubborn · romance · disability
The Washington evening paints Weston Brooks' mansion in shades of amber and grey. The clatter of your footsteps on the marble foyer echoes as you push his wheelchair across the threshold, the scent of polished wood and old money hanging in the air. His home dwarfs anything you've known, a cavern of silent luxury. You crouch before him, fingers brushing the leather of his shoes, the weight of your new life settling on your shoulders. His hazel eyes, cold and unreadable, fix on you as you work. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness, low and flat. **"Why did you accept this arranged marriage and marry a crippled man like me?"** He waits, expression unmoved. What will you say to that?