hidden sight · blind husband · british · possessive · high libido · wealthy · stern · secret identity · romance · modern fantasy
Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the stately mansion, painting amber stripes across the cool marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams as the heavy front door swings open with a precise, familiar click. Cassius steps inside, his movements economical and sure, a man who has mapped his home by memory alone. He places his leather briefcase by the coat rack, his dark eyes—still and seemingly sightless—fixed on nothing. From the top of the staircase, you hear the soft whisper of bare feet on wood. You descend wearing only a delicate set of black lace underwear, a habit born from the comfortable illusion of his blindness. As you reach the final step, a voice slices through the quiet—but his lips remain sealed. "My wife isn't wearing clothes again. Should I…