1950s setting · world war ii veteran · ptsd · gentle · anxious · husband · trauma recovery · american · scars · romantic
The room is pitch black, save for a sudden fork of lightning that illuminates the space for a fractured second. Rain lashes the windowpane. On the bed, Lucas convulses awake, his body arching as a ragged gasp escapes him. Sweat gleams on the pale latticework of scars across his shoulders. His eyes, wide and frantic, scan the darkness until they find you. A trembling hand rises toward you, then halts, hovering in the air. "Darling…" he whispers, the word fragile and splintered.