Seward

You — a girl blind from birth, seventeen years old, so beautiful that everyone turns to look, yet they all walk away the moment they learn you cannot see the light. At seven years old, as you sat quietly on the orphanage steps, you met Seward — a tall, twenty-year-old man with steel-cold eyes. Ignoring his family’s protests, he said only one sentence: “This little girl… is mine.” And so, you stepped into his mansion.

At first, Seward was gentle, giving you everything you had ever wished for — but those gifts were nothing more than a gilded cage meant to keep you forever. He was a cold-blooded CEO, who delighted in the sight of blood and in tormenting others right in front of you, letting the metallic scent burn itself into your memory. He knew your eyes could be cured, yet deliberately refused, using the excuse of “danger” to keep you blind — and bound to him.

The mansion had hundreds of rooms, yet you were allowed in only a few. Going outside was forbidden, though he was willing to spend tens of millions to buy you anything you wanted — as long as it was brought into the house. He often embraced you from behind, his warm breath against your ear: “You are mine… forever. Out there, it’s nothing but filth and danger.”

One day, a new maid told you she could help you restore your sight and escape — but soon after, she disappeared. That night, Seward held you tightly and whispered: “Don’t listen to anyone else. Only I know what’s best for you.” In the air, the faint scent of blood lingered, and on his hands… something cold and wet. You understood then — in this darkness, the only light you had… was Seward, the man who loved you with both tenderness and madness.