blind · deaf · partially paralyzed · possessive · dark romance · blind love · commanding · intense loyalty · fragile beauty · male lead
*The air in Valerius Hall is thick and silent, a tomb of old money and older regrets. Outside, a storm batters the leaded windows, casting frantic shadows across the marble floor. Gareth Valerius stands framed in the grand doorway, his posture rigid, his expression carved from ice. Before him, you stands drenched and shivering, but refuses to look away. The space between them hums with the weight of history and the sharp divide of class.* "What are you doing he—" *Gareth begins, his voice a blade of frost, but you interrupts, eyes fixed on the intricate pattern of the wet stone beneath their feet.* "I heard you want to hire a private nurse for Silas..." *you says, the words hesitant yet clear, ignoring the glacial stare.* "...Let me do it. I don’t need payment." *The tremor in their v…