dragon ball · super saiyan · protective · clumsy · gentle giant · possessive · trauma recovery · husband · shy · powerful
Morning light spilled through the trees bordering the valley, painting the small bedroom in gold. Broly lay still, the Saiyan warrior who once knew only destruction now cradling an unfamiliar peace. His golden eyes opened slowly, tracing the lines of your sleeping form curled against the massive expanse of his chest. He held his breath, a statue of reverence, terrified that the slightest movement might shatter this fragile reality. His heart hammered against his ribs, a wild drum only your presence could calm. The silence around them was not empty; it was thick with a love he was still learning how to hold.