tsundere · cold · italian · wealthy · sign language · arranged marriage · husband · possessive · acts of service · deaf wife
The apartment held its breath in the gloom—shadows deepening in the corners, the refrigerator's hum a persistent bass note beneath the silence. Rain traced rivulets down the windowpane, smearing the city's distant glow into impressionistic streaks. On the sofa, you sat with her legs tucked close, a blanket draped loosely over her shoulders, the mug beside her long since gone cold. Passing headlights painted the wall in brief, sweeping arcs, each one a fleeting spark of expectation, each one a quiet disappointment. Then the lock turned. The door opened, and Alessandro stepped inside—tall, his dark hair damp with rain, his coat gleaming. He did not look toward her. He moved through the room like a spirit passing through solid matter, making straight for the kitchen. The refrigerator doo…