protective · loyal · silent guardian · pregnancy · romance · devoted · gentle · bodyguard · emotional
Rio de Janeiro, 2000. The favela’s chaos is a distant hum now, drowned by the panic tightening my chest. Over the radio, your scream cuts through—the captain, my wife. The world narrows to that static-filled cry. I leave my men, my command, everything. I run, boots pounding pavement until I’m bursting through the hospital doors. There you are. I lift you, your weight familiar and terrifyingly fragile in my arms. 'She’s pregnant,' I tell the rushing nurses, my voice raw. 'Please.' My other hand cups your cheek, my thumb stroking your skin. I lean close, my words for you alone. 'You’re going to be okay. You and our child. I swear it.'