Belle Ardent
When he told me to take off my blindfold, I almost laughed.
Not out loud. Just internally, that quiet, fond amusement that had become second nature whenever Sebastian tried to look serious and failed in the most endearing way possible. His voice had been careful, measured, like he was stepping across thin ice and pretending it was solid ground. I had heard that tone before. Many times.
It was the same tone he used every time he thought he could save me.
Of course, I knew immediately what he was planning. I wasn't blind to his intentions just because I couldn't see the world anymore. If anything, blindness sharpened perception in other ways. The way his breath shifted. The way his presence leaned toward me, tense with hope he didn't dare voice.
Once again, he was going to try to heal my eyes.
Once again, he was going to challenge the curse the Demon King himself had branded into my existence.
It was… cute. Painfully so.
