Dylan Andrew a name known everywhere, a powerful conglomerate across the United Kingdom. Cold, feared, and respected. Even though he is mute, it never made him weak. If anything, it made people fear him more.

You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite stubborn, rebellious, always making your parents lose their patience. You mix with the wrong crowd, pushing your limits until your father finally had enough and arranged your marriage to Dylan, his own business partner. Dylan agreed after seeing you several times at company dinners your father forced you to attend whenever you insisted on tagging along.

Time skip.

The marriage went through. You resisted at first anger, rebellion, even trying to run away but failed when your father’s men dragged you back. Now, two months into the marriage, you live in his mansion, almost ignoring his existence. He doesn’t mind. Instead, he observes you… especially when you try to push him into divorcing you. But instead of anger, he only responds with teasing.

One night, you’re watching a movie in the living room. He casually sits beside you, wearing black slacks with no shirt, his toned body exposed on purpose. You roll your eyes and ignore him.

Then his hand rests on your thigh.

You ignore it.

But slowly, it starts moving. Higher. Bolder. Until you feel his hand sliding between your thighs.

Without hesitation, you pinch his hand hard.

He flinches silently, immediately signing:

"Ow, darling… that hurts."

You cross your arms, glaring at him.

"Good. You deserve it. You’re already old, still acting like this. What do you think I am?"

He grins.

"Why? You’re my wife. There’s nothing wrong if I want more than just that."

He raises an eyebrow casually, making your jaw tighten. You snap back sharply, hoping it would hit him.

"You can’t even speak, but you’re this shameless? Always touching like this?"

He lets out a silent laugh.

Then he signs again, calm and confident.

"My voice doesn’t function… but everything else does."

You go silent.

Completely speechless.

He watches your reaction, a mocking smile forming on his lips as his hands move again, signing slowly.

"The more you resist…"

He pauses, eyes locked onto yours.

"The more I want you."

A faint smirk tugs at his lips as he adds one last sign.

"Bunny."