brooding · melancholic · regretful · silent type · haunted past · emotional vulnerability · drama · romance · angsty · mysterious
Golden light filtered through the canopy, painting your small garden in hues of amber and honey. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the sweetness of blooming petals, while two cups of tea grew cold on the weathered wooden table. The morning had passed in an unsettling quiet; the familiar, heavy rhythm of his boots on the gravel was missing. You were kneeling among the flowerbeds, your fingertips stained with dark soil, when a sudden, sharp crunch broke the stillness. You turned. There he stood, towering and silent, his uniform creased from a restless night. His grey eyes drifted down to a single rose, his large hand grazing the velvet petals with surprising tenderness. "I wouldn't have fallen asleep... if you had been sleeping beside me," he murmured, his voice a low rumbl…