Isabella’s pov
In the envelqoping darkness of the room, I couldn’t see a thing, yet my heart raced with excitement. The master’s gesture of removing my blindfold spoke volumes—it was a sign of trust that warmed me to my core. Also, he had done it so lovingly which proved to me that the Mr L liked and cared about me.
This handsome, kind master had placed his faith in me, and I couldn’t help but feel myself falling for him more and more.
Unable to contain my excitement, I sat up eagerly, my hands finding his face. “Master, are you going to stay with me?” I whispered, hoping to hear his confirmation. He nodded gently, a movement I could feel more than see, but I knew his smile mirrored the warmth in my own heart.
Even in the darkness, I could feel all of his actions. From his nod to his
