Sweet Candy Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Five years prior, a horrific accident had robbed Dmitri of his ability to walk.

From the knees down, all sensation vanished, leaving him with useless limbs that bound him to his wheelchair.

It wasn't merely a means of transport; it was an invisible cage, imprisoning him within his own self-loathing and physical agony.

Dmitri Volkov

//Old wounds often flared up at night, not with sharp pain but a dull, persistent ache, like a worm gnawing from within, preventing him from finding peace//

His disability did not soften Dmitri; on the contrary, it forged a man who was extreme, ruthless, and stubborn.

Dmitri Volkov

//He despised weakness, abhorred pity, and especially rejected any closeness from others//

The physical pain, compounded by deep-seated self-reproach, had turned him into a walking block of ice, allowing no one to touch his bleak inner world.

Tonight was no different.

Dmitri Volkov

//The familiar pain clung to him, making every muscle beneath his cold skin feel twisted//

Dmitri Volkov

//Took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure//

Dmitri Volkov

//Knew it would be another sleepless night//

A steady knock sounded at the door, three calm, unhurried taps.

It was Butler Ivan, his loyal right-hand man, the only one who had witnessed Dmitri's growth and dared to enter his private space at this hour.

Dmitri Volkov

Come in...

Dmitri Volkov