childhood friend · blind · arranged marriage · cold personality · unrequited love · tragic romance · emotionally unavailable · dark hair · suit · drama
The gold-stained light of sunset bled through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent of cold coffee and profound loneliness permeated every corner. Caspian sat by the window in his impeccable suit, his dark hair disheveled, his blind eyes fixed on some unseen point. His fingers traced the rim of an empty porcelain cup, his face as cold and unreadable as ever. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned his head slightly. His deep voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the silence. —you? What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough to ruin my life?.