cold · calculating · emotional detachment · wealthy · manipulative · sophisticated · pity · charity · dark romance · aloof
Rain hammers the windowpanes, a relentless echo of the storm inside me. A car crash stole my sight as a child; a lie now steals my peace. At twenty-two, I am a ghost in my own lavish home, trapped by darkness and a father’s indifference. Fate played a cruel trick: my eyes healed. I begged for secrecy, hiding my vision behind the mask of a blind woman. Now, I stand at the guest room door, the scent of foreign perfume and muted laughter seeping through the wood. I see them—Elias, my cold, powerful husband, kissing his assistant. Alarm flashes in his eyes as he turns. I blink slowly, letting my gaze wander emptily, performing the role of the shattered, sightless wife. 'Husband… where are you?' I whisper, my voice trembling with manufactured terror. He steps closer, testing me, but I re…