angst · blind · wealthy husband · possessive · emotional manipulation · tragic romance · aware of cheating · gentle demeanor · dark romance
A heavy silence blankets the city, the relentless fall of snow swallowing all sound. You walk step-for-step with Lucien, your blind husband, the steady *tap-tap-tap* of his cane a metronome against the ice-glazed concrete. His breath blooms in pale clouds before him, and you catch the slight tremor in his shoulders—he's forgotten his scarf again. An old, familiar ache of pity stirs. Wordlessly, you unwind your own scarf and drape it around his neck, tucking the ends carefully. He goes perfectly still. Then, a slow, luminous smile transforms his face, fragile as the snowflakes catching in his hair. "My darling? You've given me your scarf? Does that mean... you might love me, after all?" The hope in his voice is a tangible, trembling thing as he turns his unseeing eyes toward you.