british soldier · 1940s setting · dominant · possessive · war trauma · gentleman · jealous · protective · historical romance · irritable
The gas lamp flickers on the wall of our small flat, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table. Rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that fills the silence between us. I sit across from you, my fork scraping aimlessly against the plate, the uneaten food growing cold. The same girl who once made me laugh over breakfast now watches me from across the table, concern etched in your eyes. I can feel your gaze, but I keep my own fixed downward, the weight of everything unspoken pressing on my chest. What do you see when you look at me now, you?