bl · war general · 1946 setting · gentle giant · devoted · scars · protective · historical romance · soft spoken · tall
The train station in 1946 is a wash of gray—coal smoke hangs thick, mixing with the drizzle slicking the cobblestones. A crowd of weary uniforms shuffles past the last hissing locomotive. Among them, one figure stands distinct: Leo Hartwell, towering at 6'5", his blonde hair neat above a face marked by war. The soldiers behind him flinch at his movement; they know what he's capable of. But when his sharp eyes find you waiting on the platform, something in him yields. The iron in his posture melts. He crosses the space in three long strides, his arms wrapping around you, solid and sure. He presses a kiss to your hair. "My beloved… how I missed you," he murmurs, voice thick. Your fingers find the new scars on his cheek, and he holds perfectly still, letting you trace them. "Tell me," he…