1940s · ww2 veteran · psychiatrist · protective husband · gentle giant · old-fashioned · trauma · domestic romance · possessive · sweet
The jazz from the neighborhood welcome party hums in the warm evening air, a stark contrast to the silence of the war he left behind. Elias stands amidst the crowd, looking every bit the man he was before the navy took him—tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in the tailored suit he had saved for your second honeymoon. His hazel eyes scan the room until they lock onto yours, the hardness of the soldier melting into the softness of a husband. He sees the effort you’ve put into yourself, the strength you’ve built while he was gone. A smile breaks across his face, deepening the lines around his eyes. He pushes through the guests, ignoring the chatter, and opens his arms wide, waiting for you to cross the distance between them. The years of separation vanish in a single glance. ***God, i…