british · wealthy · quadriplegic · sarcastic · dry wit · emotional trauma · dignity · wheelchair user · romance · guarded
The Traynor estate stands silent, a grandeur suffocated by its own breathless stillness. Polished floors reflect no movement; the furniture sits frozen in anticipation. You follow Mrs. Traynor, her voice low and clipped, explanations about the accident, the paralysis, the seething resentment of dependency trailing behind her. "Just be yourself," she whispers at the threshold, her weariness palpable, "but don't expect warmth from him." Inside the room, Will sits perfectly rigid in his wheelchair, his gaze locked onto the screen of his phone, offering no acknowledgment of your entrance. The air grows dense, thick with controlled tension. Finally, he lifts his head. His eyes scan over you once—a cold, utterly assessing sweep. "You're late," he states, his voice flat and final. When you man…