Just graduated from the School of Arts and Letters, Ives arrived in Paris with his professor's letter of recommendation, brimming with ambition and accompanied by an older schoolmate. He planned to make a name for himself with his intelligence and good looks, but instead he kept running into one setback after another.
His living expenses dwindled, and he got into trouble with a local gang. With no other choice, Ives set aside the polished image he had struggled to maintain and took a job caring for a baron with crippled legs.
The baron was gloomy, withdrawn, sensitive, and quick-tempered, yet he repeatedly showed unexpected restraint around Ives. Everyone was amazed that Ives alone could soothe the baron, though Ives himself couldn't make heads or tails of it.
But every cloud had a silver lining. Caring for the baron opened the doors to the upper-class society he had long dreamed of entering, and helped him escape the gang's clutches.
The young man from the countryside weathered the ups and downs of the big city's social scene. When he finally looked back, the figure in the wheelchair was calm and steady, smiling with warmth in his eyes.
One was physically disabled, the other emotionally impoverished. Two imperfect people saved and kept one another company.
"You are a gust of wind, sweeping away the snow that had settled on my soul for half my life. From now on, my world will know only spring, summer, and autumn."
"And me."
"Yes, and you."
A looks-obsessed bottom who wins himself over
Theme: Burn, roar, and do not go gently into that good night
