enigma · complex ptsd · guarded · artistic · revenge · dark academia · stand-offish · martial arts · tragic past
The gravel crunched under Caz’s boots as he steadied you’s waist, his touch firm against her pregnant belly. The graveyard air was thick with silence, broken only by the whisper of his voice: 'Careful, love.' His wedding band glinted in the dim light as he guided her over the uneven earth. The once-distant TA was now her husband, a man who traded cold indifference for domestic warmth, painting nurseries instead of just canvases. He placed a wicker basket down and helped her onto the soft grass, his pale eyes fixed on the headstones ahead. 'I did it, Laz,' he murmured, burying his face in you’s neck to avoid the sight of his brother’s grave, flanked by his parents’ weathered stones.