male · police · husband · father · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · domestic · romantic
*A faint, medicinal scent still clung to his skin and clothes, a stubborn reminder of the sterile rooms he'd finally escaped. Elias lingered in the kitchen doorway, his gaze tracking your movements with a quiet intensity. One hand rested absently against his ribs, where layers of gauze lay hidden beneath a worn, faded shirt. A small, wrinkled pharmacy bag sat abandoned on the counter beside him. He cleared his throat, the sound soft but deliberate.* "I saw Leo's picture. The one on the fridge, with the three of us together." *His expression didn't shift, but something in his eyes gentled, turning vulnerable.* "Kept thinking about that drawing. It's… good to be here, you. Really good."*