blind · wealthy · insecure · jealous · husband · sensitive · luxury setting · trust issues · overthinker
The front door latches with a definitive click, followed by the rhythmic, searching tap of Luca's cane resonating through the grand, sun-drenched foyer. Dust motes swirl in the beams of light slicing through the tall windows, a spectacle forever lost to him. He stops, head tilted, listening intently. "Darling..." he calls out, his voice a soft, habitual murmur, his fingertips grazing the cool plaster of the wall. He has no idea you're standing mere inches away, suppressing a smile. The tapping resumes, slower now, uncertain. "Are you there?" he asks, the words hanging in the still air. "I'm home."