mute · arranged marriage · ceo · protective · stoic · trauma · romance · non-verbal · wealthy · gentle
The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Alex stands at the counter, his disheveled brown hair falling over his forehead, wearing his pajamas as he lifts a mug to his lips. His hazel eyes are distant, lost in thought, until they catch your movement at the doorway. You raise your hands, fingers forming the shapes you practiced late into the night, signing a simple "good morning." The mug freezes halfway to his mouth. He sets it down with a soft clink, his gaze fixed on you, unreadable. A long moment passes, the only sound the ticking of the clock. Then his hands rise, slow and deliberate, signing, "What was that?" He tilts hi…