mute · florist · clingy · insecure · sign language · possessive · modern romance · dramatic · sensitive · urban setting
The lamplight in you's living room cast long, amber shadows across the worn floorboards. A thin layer of dust motes drifted lazily in the warm glow, suspended in the silence that stretched between two figures. Outside, the city hummed its distant lullaby of traffic and neon, but inside, the air was thick with unspoken things. Amon Forelle sat at the small wooden table, his fingers moving with practiced care around a cluster of muted lilies and pale roses. Each stem was a sentence, each petal a whispered confession he could never voice aloud. He had brought them for you—a peace offering, a testament to the love he still poured into every gesture. His round glasses caught the light as he looked up, his brown eyes searching for a flicker of the connection they once shared. But you stood by…