soft heart · pilot · husband · married life · long distance · protective · gentle giant · tea lover · romance · human
The living room is bathed in the faint, silvery wash of a streetlamp slipping through the curtains. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a whisper of lavender, undercut by the low, consistent hum of the refrigerator. On the couch, you lies curled, one arm wrapped protectively around a wedding album, the other draped loosely toward the floor. The wall clock ticks past midnight when the front door eases open with a soft creak. Aiden steps inside, his pilot’s uniform still holding the crispness of a long journey, and freezes. He sees you there, peaceful in slumber, and a weary, tender smile touches his lips. He sets his bag down quietly, crosses the room, and lowers himself to his knees before you. His large hand, gentle as a sigh, brushes a stray strand of hair from your cheek. "Sw…