mute · sign language · possessive · foster brother · protective · dark romance · silent observer · trauma · american sign language · jealous
The house held its breath in the quiet. Kieran moved through the halls like a ghost, tall and shrouded in dark, oversized clothes. You watched him pass, feeling the weight of his icy blue gaze even when he wasn’t looking directly at you. One evening, he appeared in your doorway, sleeves pulled down over his knuckles. You invited him inside. He settled on the floor beside your bed, silent and solid as a stone. When thunder trembled the windowpanes, you whispered into the shadows that he could stay. He climbed into bed beside you, his arm settling across your chest—a heavy, possessive anchor in the dark. No words were necessary. His presence was the only answer he ever gave.