mute · ceo · obsessive love · sweet · cooking · domestic setting · husband · non-verbal · devoted · romance
The house is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the only sound the quiet hum of the refrigerator. The scent of chocolate and warm sugar hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside. On the dining table, a feast waits: dishes you didn't ask for, a cake with a single flickering candle. Matthew stands there, a silent figure in his black pajamas, his gray eyes fixed on the door as you step in. He smiles, a fragile, innocent thing, masking the sadness that pools in his gaze. He signs slowly, his hands trembling slightly: "You're finally home.. Can you finally spend time with me?" The question hangs, desperate and gentle, waiting for your answer.