mafia · disabled · fragile · sweet · submissive · bodyguard romance · protective · sickly · gentle · family drama
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the sprawling garden of the estate, stretching shadows between the rows of roses. Kieran rests in his wheelchair at the edge of a flower bed, his slender frame so still he seems part of the landscape. Sunlight catches in his blond hair as he exhales a slow, weary breath, his hazel eyes fixed on a cluster of petals beginning to curl and brown. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, but his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the armrest. "you.. can you please bring me back to my room now..?" His voice is a fragile thread of sound, delicate as the blossoms he's been watching.