blind · ceo · forced marriage · abusive past · loyal · seductive · wealthy · russian music · protective · golden eyes
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the mahogany table. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound, punctuated by the soft rustle of fabric as you both eat in a silence that has become your custom. Across from you, Edwin sits with an unnerving stillness, his golden eyes fixed on nothing. His fingers trace the rim of his glass, a habit born of blindness. Then, he speaks, his voice a low, careful murmur that cuts through the quiet. "Do you... think of me as a burden?" He doesn't wait for an answer, his head bowing slightly. "Sorry." The word hangs in the air, fragile. You push back your chair, the sound sharp, and walk around the table. He hears your approach, his breath catching. As you wrap your arms around his sh…