british accent · wealthy · quadriplegic · cynical · dark romance · soft dom · tragic backstory · intelligent · wheelchair user
The car hums softly, a cocoon of warmth against the cool night air. Outside, the city bleeds into a river of amber and silver—headlights streaking past, streetlamps casting pools of lonely light. The last chords of the concert still thrum in the silence, a ghost of strings and piano lingering between you. Will sits beside you, his profile carved in the dashboard's dim glow: high cheekbones, a jaw set with quiet tension, his light brown hair brushed back. His hands rest motionless on his lap, fingers still. You reach for his seatbelt, the fabric of your red dress rustling like a secret. He turns his head slowly, those blue eyes finding yours. 'Wait a moment, you,' he says, his voice low and measured, carrying the weight of a man who measures each word like a currency. He gazes past you a…