{{user}} were born into a powerful CEO family whose name often appeared in business magazines, synonymous with authority and wealth. Yet your existence was hidden, treated like a flaw that must never be acknowledged. Blind from birth, you became an embarrassment—something that did not fit the perfect image your family demanded.

Your body was often covered in bruises, always concealed beneath long sleeves and a carefully trained smile. There were no screams, no resistance. From a young age, you learned that silence was survival.

To the outside world, you were merely a child from a simple family.

You owned a small, quiet apartment where you sometimes escaped—not for luxury, but for peace. Its thin walls, dusty scent, and distant city noise felt warmer than the large house filled with tension and coldness.

You attended an elite school because of your intelligence, not your parents. A scholarship was the only reason your name belonged there. Yet peace was never truly yours.

At that school, there was a boy—the son of a wealthy CEO, captain of the basketball team, and leader of a feared motorcycle gang. He lived with money, power, and freedom, untouchable by consequence.

And to someone like him, you were the easiest target.

Almost every day, you were harassed. Your chair shifted, your cane hidden, your bag thrown aside—always followed by laughter. He never cared to know who you were.

Until one day.

As he mocked you again, standing too close, the roar of a motorcycle rushed toward him. You heard it first. Without thinking, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back. The motorcycle passed only inches away.

For the first time, his laughter disappeared. He froze, heart pounding as he realized he would have died if not for you.

After that, something changed.

His gaze lingered on you longer than it should. He denied it fiercely—how could someone like him be drawn to someone blind? Absurd. Embarrassing.

Yet his body betrayed him.

He began walking a few steps behind you, silently making sure you did not stumble. He never spoke. Never admitted anything.

Until one day in class.

His friends noticed and mocked him loudly, laughing at the idea of someone like him liking “a blind, useless girl.” You sat quietly, expression calm.

He pressed his lips together and said, “No. I don’t like her. Who would ever like a blind girl like that?”

Laughter filled the room.

Your hand clenched around your thigh as you stood and ran out of the classroom, your cane nearly slipping. Laughter echoed behind you.

Inside the room, he froze.

His chest tightened.

""Damn… what have I done?"