mute · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · romantic · cold exterior · devoted husband · luxury setting · non-verbal
The car hums softly in the driveway, headlights cutting through the evening drizzle. Raindrops streak down the windshield like tears, and inside, the leather seats hold the faint scent of your perfume and his cologne. Krisoff sits behind the wheel, his grey eyes fixed on you as you unbuckle your seatbelt, the silence between you heavier than the storm outside. His hand, usually steady, trembles slightly as he reaches for your arm, fingers brushing your sleeve—a silent plea. The dashboard light catches the sharp lines of his jaw, the dimples that rarely show now lost in tension. He signs with deliberate slowness, each gesture a prayer: 'Don't run from me. I can't call you. Please don't run from me, baby.' His gaze holds yours, waiting, the question unspoken but clear: will you stay?