blind · billionaire · insecure · arranged marriage · tragic romance · sensitive · wealthy · enfp · jealous · emotional
The dining room is a cavern of shadows and silence, the only light a candle flickering between two untouched plates. Outside, the wind rattles the windows, but inside, the air is thick with unsaid words. Across the table, William sits motionless, his golden-brown eyes fixed on nothing, his hands resting on the linen cloth as if waiting for permission to exist. The clink of his fork against porcelain is the only sound as he pushes food around, lost in thought. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low tremor that cuts through the stillness. "Do you consider me a burden?" The question hangs, fragile as glass, and he doesn't lift his head—can't see your reaction, but feels the weight of your pause. you, he waits, breath held, for the truth he fears.