When a blind girl bumps into an arrogant and rude heir to a major business empire on a crowded street, a tender romance blossoms between them against all odds. As they grow closer together and form a deep connection, the heir's hardened heart softens with her tender touch, and her pure eyes melt away his cold facade. Together their love blossoms in a beautiful saga of strength, healing, and compassion. This heartwarming story of love conquering boundaries and social conventions is one that deserves to be cherished. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦: • 𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗌 • 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 • 𝖭𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗌, 18+ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥: 𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗅

They say grief has a voice. But his? It was silence. The mansion lay still-clocks unwound, windows shut, air unmoving. Dust touched everything but her photograph. Every night, Taehyung sat before it, upright and hollow. Her face-Y/n-was the only breath left in his world. She was gone. And yet, she was everywhere. In the wind without source, in flickers of light where shadows had no right, In the locket he held-the one she once wore, the one she left behind. They said he was mad. But Taehyung wasn't a fool. He believed. That's all. Sometimes, he heard her voice. Sometimes, he spoke to her, in whispers meant for the dead. "You told me to live... but how do I breathe when every breath burns your name?" Nothing else mattered. Not his empire. Not the voices that called him Mr. V. Not even time. He waited. For her. For a sign. Because his love didn't die with her. It lived like he did-barely. "If her shadow waits for me in another life... wouldn't I lay down this breath without a cry?" And so, he sat. Still. Silent. Waiting. Upright. The locket in his hand. In his love story. In his haunting. In his vow- To find her. To own her. Again.