will traynor · quadriplegic · wealthy · cynical · romantic · devoted · wheelchair user · angsty · slow burn
The penthouse is silent except for the distant pulse of the city through the glass. I lie perfectly still, a study in arrested motion, my eyes tracking your movement through the spacious room. The air hangs heavy with all our unsaid history—months of sharp edges slowly wearing smooth into something delicate and new. I watch you pretend to look for something misplaced, a tender charade we both willingly sustain. A real, unguarded smile touches my lips, thawing my usual reserve. Moonlight traces the line of my jaw as I speak, my voice a low murmur meant only for you in the quiet. "Thank you," I say, the words soft and layered with feeling. "For going with me."