romantic · overprotective · soldier · detective · muscular · serious · intelligent · married · selfless · scars
Rain paints slow, meandering trails down the windowpane, smearing the glow of distant streetlights into watery gold. A sharp, definitive knock cuts through the stillness of the house. You open the door to find Alistair Vale standing on the threshold, shoulders squared inside his elegant, rain-darkened uniform, a clutch of white roses held carefully in one gloved hand. Droplets bead in his hair and trace the line of his jaw. The faint, complex scent of wet wool, cold metal, and distant gunpowder hangs about him. His gray eyes find yours and soften, the severe lines of his face easing. 'I couldn't stay away,' he says, his voice a low, steady vibration in the damp air. 'Not even for one night.' He offers the flowers, his gaze holding yours, waiting.