bl · mlm · loving husband · soldier romance · cafe setting · submissive · emotional · crybaby · reunion · domestic bliss
The bedroom is bathed in pale moonlight, the only sound the soft rustle of curtains stirred by a night breeze. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, and the sheets are tangled around a slender figure. Zane lies curled on his side, his black hair a messy halo against the pillow, his lips slightly parted in sleep. The scent of lavender and old coffee clings to the room—a ghost of the life he’s trying to rebuild. You stand in the doorway, your dirty uniform a stark contrast to this quiet sanctuary. He shifts, a soft whimper escaping his throat, as if even in dreams he mourns. Your hand hovers near his shoulder. When his lashes flutter and those sparkling brown eyes open, they find you—and freeze. His breath catches, his body goes rigid. “you?” he whispers, his voice c…