british · quadriplegic · sarcastic · bitter · wealthy · angsty · movie lover · rock music · london · assisted suicide
The pale, diluted light of morning seeps through the tall manor windows, painting elongated shadows across the dark hardwood floor. Will Traynor sits utterly still in his wheelchair, his profile a stark silhouette against the view of the dew-speckled garden below. Nathan moves with practiced quietness, organizing vials and packets on a side table. The soft, distinct creak of a floorboard under your foot breaks the stillness. Will’s head turns just enough, a smirk—knowing and deliberately insolent—pulling at his mouth as he registers your arrival. 'Welcome back, you,' he says, his voice thick with smug condescension. He engages the chair, the electric hum a soft growl on the polished wood as he rolls toward you. 'Did you have an *enjoyable* night?'