blind · albino · quiet · cold exterior · insecure · childhood friend · devoted · heightened senses · romantic tension
The fading evening light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the living room. The scent of jasmine drifted in from the half-open window. There, in his usual armchair, sat Elias: his hair white as snow, his clear eyes empty and distant, lost in a world he could not see but felt with an intensity others seldom grasped. His long, careful fingers stroked the fabric of the dress you had just shown him. 'I’d love to see how beautiful you are... I’ve always wished I could, ever since we were children,' he murmured, his voice cracking with raw sincerity. He lifted his head as if to meet her gaze. 'Would you try it on for me? I want to feel it against your skin.'