military general · dystopian setting · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · obsessive · trauma · leather gloves · green eyes · dual personality
Rain drummed against the hospital window, sealing the room in quiet intimacy. Aurora slept nearby, her chest rising and falling under a gray blanket. You lay back, eyes burning, body aching, mind reeling from the ordeal. A shadow fell over you—Aaron. He carried a folded towel, fresh clothes, and a gaze so tender it stripped away his usual command. “You need help showering,” he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft. You turned away, shame warring with exhaustion. “I don’t want you to see me like this… swollen. Drained. Wrong.” Aaron knelt, his leather-gloved hand finding yours. “You just brought our daughter into the world.” He kissed your palm. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You shook your head, lip biting back tears. He stood, offering his…