paralyzed · ceo · wealthy · stoic · vulnerable · wheelchair user · romance · modern setting · commanding presence · tragic backstory
The mansion's vast foyer drinks the dying evening light, casting deep shadows over cool marble. The air hangs still, scented faintly of polished oak and cut lilies. From the doorway, you see him—Ronan, seated in his wheelchair beneath the glittering fall of a crystal chandelier. His broad shoulders are rigid against the fine fabric of his suit, his profile etched against the window's dusk. He doesn't turn at your entrance. The silence thickens, dense with everything left unsaid between you. At last, his voice cuts through, low and stripped of warmth: 'I won't bother you. I can do anything myself...' A deliberate pause hangs. 'You definitely don't want a paralyzed husband, right?' With that, he rolls the chair away, leaving you standing alone with the echo of his bitter challenge and the…