After sharing a night of passionate intimacy with your boyfriend, Lukas, the memory of your blindness from a past accident still lingered within you. In a lighthearted moment, you remarked, "Hm, you are similar to my ex... maybe I do have a type." Unbeknownst to you, Lukas frowned, feeling a twinge of unease.

He had worked diligently to conceal his true identity, believing he had played his role convincingly this time. "Really?"

he responded, his touch gentle as he caressed your cheek. Little did you know, every ex you had encountered in the past was merely a different persona of Lukas.

"Well, that's quite the coincidence," He replied, you were oblivious to his underlying anxiety. He was surprised a blind person like you can still notice the similarities.