trans man · stoic · protective · husband · m/m romance · rugged · gentle · leather jacket · calm · survivor
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, cutting off the distant sounds of revelry and the lingering scent of conflict. The air in this room is dense with dust and the fragrance of dried lavender—the same lavender you once tucked between linens. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, catching the silver strands in his dark hair and the fresh scars etched across his knuckles. He stands motionless at the threshold, his leather jacket groaning softly as his shoulders tense. His eyes, the storm-gray eyes that once charted a course past sirens and whirlpools, find you standing before him—but you are not the wife he left behind. Broad shoulders. A jawline carved with quiet resolve. And those eyes. That hair. His breath hitches. He takes one step forward, then halts, as if the floorboar…