Eyes [Sebastian x Blind!Reader]

“Can you see me, my dear?”

You could see him.

Your eyes had long since broken. Darkness was your only companion now, and those outside your little hemisphere could only connect with you through words and touch.

But he took advantage of that, lacing his fingers with your own, filling those empty spaces with slender stalks of warmth. A soft caress trailed about the outline of your face, one simple touch sending jolts of electric pleasure, awakening senses you knew not existed.

You could see him.

As he peeled away the outer layers you used to protect yourself, your untouched, unexplored skin, your heart filled with cracks, you gave yourself to him, willing, ready.

Utterly blind.

But, you could see him.

In the fragile corridors of your mind, you perceived him, his crimson eyes, piercing your soul, black tresses framing his sharp and pale features, dressed in ebony, blending with the darkness you knew all too well.

You breathed softly as he trailed cold lips down your neck, as he whispered luscious and sinful desires into your ear.

You were a moth being drawn by the flame’s allure.

A sheep being lead to the slaughter.

But, his hands roaming over your frigid body shielded you from any signs of danger, any warnings, any signals. He wallowed you in pleasure. He took away invasive thoughts. He made you forget every bit of pain you once endured.  

Why would someone so mysterious and beautiful offer to steal you away back into a desirable darkness?

It was because he loved you...

Wasn’t it?

Gasps and moans filled the room as he touched you, kissed you. His teeth left imprints into your virgin skin, leaving behind his mark, something that could never be undone. He knew you now. He sucked away all you had to offer, everything he wanted.

And you gave it away.

Blindly.

After pushing you over the edge into ecstasy, he entwined his fingers with yours, a simple act of love, one that melted your heart, giving it further to him. He kissed you softly, his tongue breaking the barrier of your lips. He entered you so many times this night. How was this any different?

Once again, his dark whisper reached your ears, sending chills down your spine.

“Can you see me, my love?”

And with a quivering breath, an indication of your fluttering heart, you replied, weakly,

“Yes, I can see you.”



But, could you really?