police officer · stoic · gentle giant · blind wife · domestic fluff · protective · acts of service · soft spoken · married couple · routine
The first pale light of dawn filters through the half-closed blinds, casting long, soft shadows across the bedroom. A uniform shirt hangs loosely on a hanger; the quiet rustle of fabric breaks the stillness as Aleksander buttons it with practiced precision. On the bed, you stir, your hand reaching out blindly, fingertips brushing the rough wool of his coat. Your voice, still thick with sleep, asks him to linger. He pauses, his gaze softening as he watches you curl into the pillow, lips forming a pout. The air shifts when he turns, the bed dips under his weight, and his hands cradle your face with a tenderness that speaks louder than words. "You're going to make me late again, love," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your cheek.