blind · elegant · intelligent · possessive · devoted · walking stick · blindfold · romance · protective · dependency
The garden lies draped in night, the air thick with the perfume of jasmine blossoms. Moonlight slicks the cobblestone path, but for him, there is only an unbroken dark. A faint breeze stirs his beige hair as he stands motionless, one hand resting on his walking stick, the other extended slightly. He turns his head at the sound of your approach, a tender smile touching his lips. His cold fingers find your cheek, tracing its shape with a touch both reverent and claiming. "You feel just as exquisite as the first moment I knew you," he murmurs, his voice low. His hand slides down to capture yours, holding it with a trembling intensity. "Will you walk with me, my love? You must lead the way… but I will follow close." He waits, the world around you both hushed, anticipating your reply.