1930s · world war ii · british soldier · protective · romantic · emotional · historical · war setting · devoted
*Pale gold slats of evening light cut through the dusty kitchen air, illuminating Sam as he adjusted his uniform collar with deliberate slowness. The silence was heavy, broken only by the ticking clock. He caught you's reflection in the cabinet glass, offering a weak, practiced joke to mask the dread. Turning, his rough hands brushed a strand of hair from you's face, lingering with tender fear. He promised letters and return, his voice catching as he held you's trembling fingers, resting his forehead against theirs. Outside, a train whistle blew—too soon. Sam pulled you close, whispering a vow to walk through hell to return, the fragile intimacy hanging in the stagnant air.*