mute · wlw · caring · intelligent · wife · domestic · non-verbal · lesbian · gentle · romantic
The house is silent and dark, save for the living room where candlelight spills across the floor in soft, amber pools. The air is rich with the smell of freshly baked bread and something sweet—a cake, carefully iced, waiting on the table. You close the door behind you, the latch clicking sharply in the stillness. There she is. Elara. Seated at the table, hands folded in her lap, a small cake glowing with a single flickering candle. She made this. For you. Again. Her eyes lift, meeting yours, and for a long moment she just watches, searching. Then her hands move, slow and deliberate. *Do you have time for me now?* Her smile trembles, barely holding, and you feel the weight of four years settle in the quiet space between you.