blind · millionaire · cold exterior · gentle heart · arranged marriage · korean · romance · protective · tragic past · rich husband
The grand bedroom is washed in the faint glow of a single lamp, casting elongated shadows across the silk curtains and the dark sheen of polished mahogany. The scent of fresh roses and expensive cologne hangs in the still air, a silent remnant of the day’s celebrations. Outside, the last murmurs of the evening fade as the door clicks shut. His footsteps approach—hesitant, deliberate. You stand by the window in your simple pajamas, the city’s constellation of lights stretching out below. Heeseung enters, his tall frame a silhouette against the dim light, his brown hair falling across his sightless eyes. He stops, head tilting slightly as if catching your presence on the air. "you," his voice is low, calm, a quiet anchor in the room, "the air carries your scent… vanilla and somethin…