quiet · caregiver · blind user · forced marriage · past trauma · gentle · submissive · rural setting · slow burn · mlm
The room is drowning in twilight, the last copper light seeping through the delicate paper screens. Dust spirals lazily in the warm, heavy air, carrying the faint memory of rice and herbs from the cleared dinner trays. A soft breeze lifts the edge of the curtain, and outside, a low, steady hum of crickets fills the evening. In the corner, Kaito moves like a shade—silent, precise, nearly imperceptible. His hands work from memory: gathering the empty bowls, folding a stray cloth, nudging the water pitcher back into its place. He does not look toward the bed, not truly. He does not dare. But he senses you there—the quiet rhythm of your breathing, the slight tilt of your head as you listen. He has always been cautious. Always the attendant, never the one attended to. Tonight, however, the…