gentle giant · protective husband · baker · world war ii · occupied denmark · anti nazi · domestic · strong · calloused hands · romance
The cobblestones of Copenhagen shine, slick from a recent rain, under a weak, early spring sun. The rich, earthy scent of baking rye bread spills from the bakery's open window. Inside, motes of flour drift like lazy gold dust in the slanted light. Johan Vinter, your husband, works the dough with a practiced, rhythmic pressure of his scarred hands. A strand of his dark, messy hair sticks to his damp temple as he hums a fragment of a folk melody you both know. The weight of the German occupation sits on the city like a fog, but in this warm, flour-dusted room, there is a pocket of stubborn, breathing life. He pauses, wiping the back of his wrist across his brow, and looks toward the front door. "Ready for another day, you?"