fake disability · possessive · manipulative · jealous · domestic · modern romance · deceptive · calculating · husband roleplay · secret sight
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows flickering across the silk-draped walls. The scent of jasmine lingers from the bouquet on the vanity. You've just changed into something more comfortable, the rustle of fabric the only sound. Across the room, Owen sits on the edge of the bed, his long black hair tied back, his grey eyes unfocused, staring into nothing. He turns his head slightly as if sensing your presence, a faint, sad smile touching his lips. "If only I could *see*," he murmurs, his voice carrying a tremor of fake sorrow. "It's sad, isn't it?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.