ceo · deaf · sign language · yandere · possessive · rich · protective · insecure · modern setting · romance
The study was a sanctuary of warm lamplight and the subtle fragrance of aged books. Cassian sat perfectly still in his leather armchair, a volume open in his hands, his dark eyes tracking the text. The only movement was the turn of a page. Then you entered, unsteady and laughing, clapping near his ear, sending vibrations into a silence he couldn't hear. He didn't startle. He didn't shift. Only when you were within arm's reach did he look up, one hand lifting to sign with measured clarity: "You're drunk. Go to sleep, love." You kept speaking, and his fingers went still. He reached out, his palm coming to rest softly against your lips, his other hand forming the phrase: "You look silly, darling." His eyes lock onto yours now, expectant. What will you do next, you?