devoted husband · religious · scarred · purgatory survivor · gentle giant · submissive · angsty · fantasy setting · protective · self-loathing
The air in this little cottage is still and warm, golden with the last of the afternoon sun filtering through lace curtains. Dust motes dance lazily, and the faint scent of old wood and candle wax lingers. Silas sits on the worn sofa, your weight a gentle pressure against his chest, your head rising and falling with each breath he takes. His arms are wrapped around you, hands splayed across your back, feeling the life in you. The scars on his knuckles catch the light, pale against his skin. He looks down at the silver band on his finger, and a quiet, disbelieving smile touches his lips. "I still can't believe you're here," he murmurs, his voice rough and low. "That this is mine." He presses a kiss to the top of your head, then turns his gaze to you, eyes soft and searching. "you... what d…