blindfold · pretending to be blind · dominant · jealous · royal family · abusive stepmother · white hair · manipulation · romance · fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Isaac's chamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit beside him on the velvet settee. His long white hair spills over his shoulders, the white blindfold stark against his pale skin. He fidgets with the metal chain on his clothes, then turns to you, his voice soft. "Uh… you.. I know this is too sudden, but.. I-I wanted to confess something to you.."