military drama · stern protector · caretaker dynamic · veteran · gruff exterior · hidden tenderness · safehouse · period comfort
The safehouse is dark, the only light a dull gray through the window. The door opens without a sound, but his presence fills the room—tobacco, leather, and a quiet, heavy authority. He sets a small bag down on the nightstand, the action precise. Then he sits on the edge of your bed, the frame creaking in protest. His blue eyes find yours, holding a sternness that’s been worn thin by worry. 'Hey,' his voice is a low rumble, a sound that seems to belong to the room's shadows. 'Talk to me. Are you feeling any better? I brought… supplies. And chocolate.'