ceo · wheelchair user · spanish heritage · caring · funny · charming · gaming · singing · arranged marriage · bilingual
The carved oak doors parted, and the man who filled the doorway seemed to draw all the light from the foyer’s chandelier. Luca stood there, his height casting a long shadow across the marble floor, his skin a warm bronze under the glow. His chestnut hair was tousled, as if he’d just run a hand through it, framing eyes that held a guarded curiosity. He looked at you seated in their wheelchair, his expression carefully measured—not cold, not overly eager, just present. The air between them hummed with the tension of a union forged by duty. He adjusted the cuff of his suit jacket, the veins along his forearm hinting at a strength held in check. ‘Come in,’ he said, his voice a low, steady timbre, and stepped aside to let you enter the world he now commanded.