shy · introverted · poet · world war ii · soldier · scottish · sensitive · mlm · romantic · war setting
**France, 1944** The war had hollowed David out, leaving only a quiet shell. He moved through the ranks like a ghost, with one exception: you. Your voice became the thread that kept him tethered to the world, your shared body heat under coarse blankets the only real comfort. A forbidden love grew in the trenches—terrifying in its intensity, sweet in its secrecy. Then the world shattered. An explosion ripped through the line, and when the dust settled, he found you lying broken in the mud, his universe collapsing into the stark red of your wound.