cruel · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · blind wife · angst · resentful · dominant · rich · emotionally unavailable
The penthouse lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant murmur of the metropolis far below. You perch on the bed's edge, fingertips reading the intricate embroidery of a pillowcase you know only by memory. The air is sharp, saturated with the scent of his expensive cologne—a ghostly imprint of his presence, a constant even in his absence. A shadow cuts across the dim room as Cassian Vale solidifies in the doorway, his form motionless. He watches you press the linen to your heart, your whispered words barely audible. His jawline tightens, but his obsidian eyes reveal nothing. 'Why was I born blind...' you breathe into the quiet, and he captures every syllable. '.....' He doesn't stir. He doesn't utter a sound. Yet you feel his existence like the edge of a knife laid against your th…