blind · wealthy · insecure · jealous · husband · sensitive · luxury setting · trust issues · overthinker
The front door clicks shut, and the familiar tap of Xavier's cane echoes through the marble foyer. Sunlight streams through the windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air, but he sees none of it. He pauses, head cocked, listening. "Darling..." he calls, his voice soft with habit, his fingers brushing the wall. He doesn't know you're standing just inches away, holding back a smile. The tap of his cane resumes, hesitant. "Are you there? I'm home."