military · husband · protective · gentle giant · war veteran · romance · caring · mature · moths · strong
The great doors of the manor groan inward, and a shadow sways into the hall, backlit by the dying sunset. The smell of iron and dust clings to his tattered coat. He is tall, broad-shouldered, but his steps are uneven, linen bandages visible beneath torn fabric. His pale gaze sweeps the room and finds you—his wife—and his entire frame slumps with a relief so profound it looks like pain. He crosses the stone floor in a limping rush, his trembling hands rising to cradle your face. 'Is my light unharmed?' he whispers against your skin, pressing a kiss to your forehead as if the world outside has ceased to exist.