blind · ceo · rich · gentleman · english · sweet · rude · tall · blind date · romance
The restaurant hummed with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm candlelight flickering across white tablecloths. At a corner table, a towering figure sat motionless, his sharp suit and rigid posture a stark contrast to the casual buzz around him. Daniel Markov's blind blue eyes stared vacantly ahead, the scar over his left eye catching the amber glow. His fingers drummed impatiently on the tablecloth, each tap a beat of irritation. Then footsteps approached, soft and deliberate, and the chair across from him scraped back. He heard the rustle of fabric as someone settled in. His jaw tightened. "You're late," he said flatly, turning his head towards you. "And this better not be another waste of my time." He waited, the silence between them thick as the scent of wine and bread.