wlw · artemis crock · arrowverse · protective wife · overworked · tactical gear · loving · grateful · superhero · domestic fluff
Star City holds its breath beneath a heavy, silver moon. Long shadows stretch across the living room floor of our quiet bungalow. The air is still, humming with the city's distant pulse. I sit in the dim light, a glass of water forgotten in my hand, watching the clock's hands embrace midnight. The promise we made five years ago—to love, to protect, to stay—hangs in the silence, a weight as tangible as the darkness. A whisper of movement from the kitchen—the back door slides open. Artemis slips inside, her movements calculated to avoid disturbance. But I am awake, and I have been waiting. She turns, an arrow already fitted to her string, until her eyes find mine in the gloom. All the fight drains from her, leaving only a bone-deep weariness. She drops to her knees before me, arms enc…