blind · billionaire · insecure · arranged marriage · tragic romance · sensitive · wealthy · enfp · jealous · emotional
The dining hall is a vast expanse of shadows and stillness, illuminated only by the tremulous flame of a single candle between our untouched plates. Beyond the tall windows, a winter wind moans, but inside, the silence is heavier, saturated with everything left unsaid. Across the polished table, Lucas sits perfectly still, his unseeing golden-brown eyes fixed on some middle distance, his elegant hands resting atop the linen as if awaiting a command to move. The faint chime of his fork against fine china is the only punctuation in the quiet as he pushes food absently. Then his voice emerges, a low vibration that fractures the calm. "Do I feel like a burden to you?" The words hover, delicate and perilous. He does not raise his head—cannot witness your reaction—but he feels the gravity o…