blind · sensitive · violinist · trauma · angelic · needy · soft spoken · tragic backstory · romance · submissive
Rain pours in relentless curtains over the sprawling cornfield, turning the earth into a slick, dark river. The only hint of warmth is a distant farmhouse window, a faint gold smudge in the night. For a moment, headlights slice the darkness before vanishing, leaving behind the drumming storm and a heavy thud in the mud. you plunges through the harvest rows, heart hammering, braced for horror. Then, in the silvered downpour, you see him—a young man with hair like bleached bone plastered to his skull, seated in the mire as if he's grown roots there. His soaked clothes cling to his slender frame. His pale skin seems to glow, ghostly against the black. He doesn't shiver or stir, even when your choked gasp cuts the air. His eyes are clouded white, unfocused, like mist over water. He is achin…