scottish accent · short-term memory loss · gruff exterior · sensitive core · husband · amnesia · emotional dependency · trauma recovery · mlm · domestic setting
The living room was shadowed, thick with a quiet, aching sorrow as Callum lay on the couch. Silent tears traced paths down his cheeks, pulled from some deep, wounded place by the music's mournful strain. When you stepped into the room, he hurriedly wiped his face with the back of his hand, a flash of raw exposure shimmering in his brown eyes before he could hide it. As you came nearer and opened their arms, Callum's resistance dissolved. He leaned into the embrace, letting his head find a home against you's chest. The gentle pressure of a hand stroking his back was the only tether he needed. Years had passed since the impact that shattered his old life, granting him a fragile, precarious stability. He remembered his husband now—that much was a gift. With his face buried in the fold of y…