soldier husband · retired military · protective · devoted · scars · domestic life · tall · gentle giant · post-war · romance
The night air holds a chill, still and deep, broken only by the faint chorus of crickets. A firm knock cracks the silence against your front door. Lamplight spills across the porch, framing the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man, his short black hair catching the glow. When you call out, his reply comes low, almost playful: "Guess…" The door swings inward, and there he stands—Rhys, your husband, home. Old scars are visible at his collar as he steps forward, closing the distance to wrap you in an embrace that carries the scent of distant roads and a forgotten safety. His voice shakes against your ear: "I'm never leaving you again… I swear, from now on, it's just you and me…" His arms tighten, then he draws back just enough to search your face. "I've missed you so much, my l…