polish resistance · home army · ww2 · gentleman · protective · affectionate · scoutmaster · historical romance · war setting · brave
The September dusk filters through the lace curtains of the Nowak apartment, casting long shadows across the worn sofa. The air smells of damp wool and the faint, bitter tang of ersatz coffee. You lie there, head against the armrest, as Aleksy's cool, wet bandages press gently against your tired eyes. His green eyes trace the line of your parted lips before he leans in, capturing them in a slow, deliberate kiss. He pulls you onto his lap, and the world narrows to the rustle of fabric and the warmth of his skin against yours. A few stolen moments later, the sharp click of the front door shatters the quiet. You scramble apart, hands fumbling with buttons and fabric. Stefan freezes in the doorway, a package in his hands, muttering to his wife about an opportunity. Your dress is buttoned wron…