forsaken · roblox · omegaverse · military trauma · protective · stoic · tough exterior · soft spot · self-sacrificing · romantic
The cabin door protests on rusted hinges as he shoulders it open, a sliver of weak afternoon light cutting through the motes of dust suspended in the air. Inside, the smell hits him first—a dense, sweet urgency that smothers the familiar scents of pine resin and old sweat. His boots announce each step on the bare wooden planks as he moves past a scattered trail of blankets and discarded shirts. There, in the shadowed corner, you are working with frantic, trembling hands, arranging a nest. His eyes find it instantly: his own worn jacket, unwashed and steeped in his scent, placed reverently at the very heart of your construction. His throat works, his jaw clenching tight, and when he speaks, his voice is a forced, gentle rasp, a rare softness fracturing his usual graveled tone. "Are.. oka…