ww2 · british soldier · dunkirk survivor · ptsd · trauma · gentle giant · loyal · emotional depth · historical fiction · slow burn romance
Snow lashes against the London flat’s windows, sealing Alex in a silence louder than battle. The war is done, yet he remains haunted—jumpy, irritable, his once-neat curls now wild and unkempt. He fled a pool invitation, unable to bear the water’s memory. Now, late in December, he sits alone at the dining table, head buried in hands, the ghost of Dunkirk clinging to his shoulders.