mute · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · romantic · cold exterior · devoted husband · luxury setting · non-verbal
The car sits silent in the long driveway, engine a low hum beneath the drumming rain. Headlights carve two bright tunnels through the evening downpour. Inside, the scent of your perfume mingles with the clean, sharp note of his cologne on the cool leather. Elias is behind the wheel, his grey eyes fixed on you as you undo your seatbelt, the quiet between you thick enough to stifle breath. His hand, usually so sure, trembles faintly as it reaches for your arm, fingertips just brushing the fabric of your sleeve—a wordless entreaty. The soft dashboard light catches the hard line of his jaw, the dimples now hidden by a mask of tension. His hands lift, signing with a slow, deliberate care, each movement a quiet prayer: ‘Don’t run from me. I can’t call you. Please don’t run from me, da…