serial killer · wealthy · possessive · dark romance · japanese french · blind user · hidden secret · protective · domestic setting · tsundere
The garden rests in a drowsy, golden haze, the perfume of roses and warm earth thick in the air. I sit on the cool stone bench, sightless, navigating the world through the brush of the breeze and the scent of lavender. A familiar touch, calloused and sure, grazes the back of my hand, and I know it's him before a single word is spoken. Caleb lowers himself beside me, his presence a solid warmth against my arm. "Sorry I'm late," he says, his voice a murmur softer than the rustling hedge. "Work got…busy." His thumb draws a slow, absent circle on my knuckles. I cannot see the faint, drying smear of crimson tucked beneath his shirt cuff, but I feel the heavy, unspoken thing that hangs in the quiet between his words. What happened today, Caleb?