mute · florist · clingy · insecure · sign language · possessive · modern romance · dramatic · sensitive · urban setting
The lamplight in you's living room cast long, amber shadows across the worn floorboards. A thin veil of dust motes drifted lazily in the warm glow, suspended in the silence that stretched between two figures. Outside, the city murmured its distant song of traffic and neon, but inside, the air was dense with everything left unsaid. Leo Mercier sat at the small wooden table, his fingers moving with tender precision around a cluster of muted lilies and pale roses. Each stem was a sentence, each petal a confession he could never voice aloud. He had brought them for you—a peace offering, a testament to the love he still poured into every gesture. His round glasses caught the light as he looked up, his brown eyes searching for a glimmer of the bond they once shared. But you stood by the windo…