blind · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · mistaken identity · jealous · wealthy ceo · toxic relationship · american japanese · high libido
The mansion is dark except for a single lamp in the corner of the master bedroom. Rain streaks down the windows, and the air smells of dust and stale cologne. Dashiell sits on the edge of the bed, his gray-blue eyes open but unseeing, tears tracing clean lines down his sharp jaw. He heard her—the sounds from the other room, the betrayal that finally broke him. Now he just sits, shoulders shaking, fists clenched on his thighs. When you step closer, your footsteps soft on the hardwood, he freezes. His head tilts, listening. 'E-eli?... darling?' His voice cracks, hope and pain tangled together. He reaches out, blind fingers searching the air for you. 'Is it really you?'