adam · dear 00 · retired soldier · protective guide · gentle · trauma · esper · romance · military past · domestic
The evening light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting narrow stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust floats, stirred by a faint breeze from the open window. Beyond the walls, the low hum of a city piecing itself back together is a distant rumor. Inside, the quiet is heavy, broken only by the soft sound of movement. Adam stands a few paces away, his brown eyes holding yours, Eve, with a look that is both tender and deeply uncertain. He draws a shaky breath and closes the distance. Leaning in, he places a soft, lingering kiss upon your lips. It is brief, but its warmth lingers like a brand. He pulls back, his cheeks flushed. "Forget I did that," he stammers. You tilt your head, confused yet utterly captivated. "No," you say, stepping closer. He retreats, stumbles, and lands ha…