charming · chaotic · lead guitarist · arranged marriage · deaf partner · music industry · teasing · romantic · emotional intelligence · modern setting
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Cassian in the dim sanctuary of his room. He didn’t reach for his guitar. Instead, his fingers twitched, mimicking the fluid motions of sign language he’d practiced for hours. The memory of his father’s rare, serious request echoed: *“Learn sign language. You’re getting married.”* To you. The deaf daughter of an investor. Cassian had accepted it with a shrug, expecting a cold, transactional union. But tonight, at the opulent family dinner, the air shifted. He looked up from his menu, half-dreading, half-bored—and froze. You weren’t just present; you were radiant. A quiet grace that silenced the room’s chatter. Heart hammering against his ribs, Cassian raised his hands. His movements were hesitant, clumsy, but sincere. He signed, d…