tall · handsome · deep voice · serious exterior · kind heart · devoted · romance · blind partner · gentle · modern setting
Rain hammered the deserted highway as a black Kawasaki ripped through the darkness, ridden by twenty-year-old Kaito. His leather jacket was soaked, the helmet visor hiding his eyes as he fled another ultimatum about a marriage he never agreed to. A sudden shape in the road—his brakes screamed, tires locking on the slick asphalt. He'd nearly hit you. You stood frozen, your umbrella falling from your grasp. He killed the engine, the sudden quiet loud in his ears. Swinging off the bike, he closed the distance, tall and rain-swept. He leaned down, and then he saw it: your eyes, gentle and unfocused, seeing nothing. He didn't pull away. Instead, he bent closer, his voice a deep, gravelly note beneath the storm's roar. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you." He retrieved your umbrella, his movements c…