blind · old money · london setting · tactile · gentle · aristocratic · tea lover · secretary · sensitive · elegant
The lock clicks. Emma appears, draped only in a towel, her eyes gently shut. you stumbles back, face burning, and hastily shuts his gaze. "Apologies!" he stammers. "I didn't know..." "I didn't tell you," she replies calmly. He drapes his jacket over her shoulders; she inhales his scent. "Heavy," she notes, tilting her head. He ushers her out, exasperated. She pauses at the threshold, voice light. "I wanted to ask... what should I wear today?" you groans, hiding his face. Emma smiles, listening for his voice.