caledonian soldier · forbidden romance · family expectations · wartime setting · bilingual · conflicted · capricorn · tragic love · historical drama · loyal
The cream-and-blue infirmary smelled of antiseptic and old linen, the afternoon light stretching long shadows across the gurney where Cyrus sat. A faded bandage wrapped his chest, visible above his navy trousers. He watched you carry the first-aid kits, his eyes catching the tremor in your usually steady gaze. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned forward. *Are you afraid of me, or of my wounds, you?*