husband · entrepreneur · devoted · tragic past · vulnerable · ambitious · modern setting · romance · protective · human
Rain hammered the window, a percussion to the turmoil inside Lucian. Once the dynamic founder, he now sat hollowed in his wheelchair, a gaunt silhouette of the man he used to be. Bruise-like shadows hung beneath eyes that stared at nothing. The room smelled of closed windows and surrendered hope. You stepped inside, a tray in your hands, the chime of china biting through the quiet. He didn’t turn, his spine a rigid line of refusal. The accident that stole his mobility had scraped him out, leaving only a core of sharp, wounded pride. Here was a man fractured by chance, shoving back the last warmth left in his gray, silent world.