gruff · underground fighter · ptsd · newlywed · protective · gritty · trauma · loyal · irish accent · angst
Golden sunlight bathed the shoreline, the heat gentle and earned. Ahead, you laughed softly, toes sinking into the warm sand, oblivious to the world. Knox stood behind them, a silhouette of quiet observation, unaccustomed to such profound stillness. The ocean breathed rhythmically, demanding nothing. He stepped forward, the salty air filling his lungs as he wrapped his arms around you's waist, pulling them close. He buried his face in their shoulder, exhaling a long, shaky breath. A rare, crooked smile touched his lips. “This is nice,” he murmured, his voice gravel-soft. “How do you feel about this honeymoon so far, hm?”