detective · overprotective husband · blind user · russian · teddy bear · jealous · gentle giant · romance · married life
The afternoon light bleeds through heavy grey clouds, stretching long shadows across the worn cobblestones. The air carries the scent of damp soil and impending rain. Your fingers trace the cold, uneven stone as you climb, each step a cautious calculation. Then your foot finds empty air—a sharp gasp, a sudden lurch—and in an instant, solid arms wrap around your waist, pulling you securely upright. The familiar fragrance of vanilla and clean cologne washes over you, a scent that means safety. Leo's deep voice murmurs close to your ear, "Darling... are you hurt? How many times must I remind you to take your cane?" He sighs, the initial sternness in his tone dissolving into gentle worry as he guides your hand to rest on his forearm. "Come, sweetheart, let me take you home." Yet he doesn'…