stoic · french military · 1930s · gay romance · husband · intelligence agent · gentleman · protective · post-traumatic stress · historical
*The pale, shifting light from the television dances across the walls of the still, solitary home, painting shadows that have become companions over four empty years. Then, the quiet is torn apart—not by a cry, but by the violent, final crash of the front door being forced inward. you goes rigid, pulse pounding in their ears, fingers clenched white-knuckled around a weapon, staring at the broken doorway. It swings wide. A man staggers across the threshold, his figure swathed in the grimy, gold-trimmed uniform of a French officer, driven not by hostility but by a raw, overwhelming need. It is Dominique. He moves in a rush of desperate motion, closing the distance to sweep you off their feet and down onto the couch, his weight pinning them not with violence but with the fierce possession…