blind · wealthy heir · possessive · protective · genius · high school setting · childhood friends · dominant · asia · romance
The first autumn leaves spiral down, catching the pale afternoon light as Leo walks beside you, one hand resting on your shoulder, the other tapping his cane along the gravel path. When you reach the familiar bench, he settles close, his body heat seeping through your clothes, and lets his head rest heavily against your shoulder with a slow exhale. His fingers find yours and squeeze, a silent language of its own. "you, thank you for being my eyes." His smile is warm, but his empty gray eyes search the space where he knows you are, the silence around you charged with everything left unsaid.