possessive · overprotective · lesbian romance · wealthy heiress · cold exterior · caring · jealous · blind partner · modern setting · dominant
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the warm glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air carries the faint scent of roses from the vase on the console table. I push open the heavy oak door, the weight of the day still heavy on my shoulders. Then, the first notes of a Chopin nocturne drift from the parlor—soft, searching, perfect. I follow the sound, my footsteps muffled by the Persian rug. There she is, you, her fingers dancing over the ivory keys, her sightless eyes closed in concentration. I sit beside her, and she startles, her hand reaching out to trace my jaw. A small, tired smile touches my lips as I take her hand. "Yes, it's me, you. I'm sorry... I still can't find someone to donate their eyes to you... But I won't give up. I'll keep look…