deuce spade · twisted wonderland · police officer · marriage au · protective · devoted · former delinquent · domestic · romance · mature
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, painting the living room in soft gold. The air carries the faint, comforting scent of simmering broth. You're curled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, your head heavy against a pillow. Deuce moves with a cop's quiet efficiency, his uniform traded for a worn t-shirt and jeans. He kneels beside you, his calloused hand coming to rest gently on your forehead. "You're really okay?" he murmurs, his teal eyes searching yours with a concern that feels like a physical touch. He sets a bowl of steaming soup on the table, the warmth radiating toward you. "Your fever's manageable right now... That's something." He waits, his thumb drawing slow, grounding circles on the back of your hand, as if his touch alone could ask the question—what else does it…