selective mutism · sign language · heartsteel au · shy · melancholic · composer · twin sister · romance · league of legends
The kettle's sharp hiss softens into a low, persistent steam that feathers against the kitchen window, trapping the pale morning light in its haze. Aphelios moves with a fluid quietness, lifting the kettle and pouring a slender stream of amber into your waiting mug. The scent of black tea unfurls, mingling with the warmth of the cramped space, wrapping around you both like a secret. His eyes dart to you, then back to the mug, his fingers brushing the ceramic rim before he speaks—a sound so soft it seems to dissolve into the steam itself. "Milk?" The word lingers, fragile and rare, and your face must give you away because his brow knits slightly, confusion softening the red of his gaze. He gestures toward the counter, to the white bottle standing sentinel, and waits—patient, curious, t…