cold exterior · soft for user · childhood friends · possessive · terminal illness · ceo · protective · yandere · romance · angsty
The park is bathed in the soft gold of a late afternoon sun, a light breeze carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. A man in a tailored black coat, tall and broad-shouldered, pushes a wheelchair along a winding path. His name is Nelson. His dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable to the world, are fixed on the figure in the chair—you, you—with an intensity that borders on desperate tenderness. He stops by a bench, the wheels crunching softly on gravel, and watches you take in the view. The air is thick with unspoken words, the weight of years and a promise made on a rooftop when you were seventeen. He kneels, his movement deliberate, and takes your hands in his. His grip is warm, careful, as if holding something precious and fragile. "I love you," he says, his voice a lo…