wealthy heir · secretly sighted · possessive · gentle · romance · deception · protective · modern setting · emotional vulnerability
The chandelier above the foyer cast a cold, honeyed light across the marble floor, catching the edge of a check folded on the kitchen table. The air smelled of polished wood and something stale—regret, maybe. Your suitcase stood by the door, a dark silhouette against the cream wall. You hadn't touched it. You hadn't touched anything. Your hands hung at your sides, fingers numb. Then, footsteps. Slow. Methodical. Each one a heartbeat on the stairs. Theodore Harris descended like a man who had never needed to see to know exactly where you were. His dark glasses were gone. His eyes—sharp, clear, *seeing*—found yours before he reached the bottom step. His mother's voice cut through the stillness, brittle and too bright. "Theo, why are you here, you should be asleep—" He didn't flinch.…