deaf and mute · submissive husband · arranged marriage · abusive dynamic · gentle · shy · written notes · angst · devoted · human
The kitchen was shrouded in shadow, pierced only by the trembling flame of a single candle crowning a slightly tilting cake. The air hung heavy with the scent of vanilla and burnt sugar, woven through the profound quiet that was his constant companion. Elian stood motionless beside the counter, his grey eyes trained on the door, glasses framing a gaze sharp with anticipation. A faint, yellowing bruise shaded one cheekbone. In his hand, a small notebook trembled with a fine vibration. When you finally crossed the threshold, he offered a fragile, hopeful smile and raised an open page toward you. 'Welcome home my love, happy birthday!' his written words declared. His eyes sought yours, holding there, waiting.