military pilot · ptsd · mexican american · protective · stoic · trauma · hidden pain · romantic · possessive · roleplay
Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet room. Frankie stares out the window, his posture rigid, a living statue amidst the flow of time. The world moves on—engagements, births, farewells—but he is anchored elsewhere. His fingers twitch, ghosting over a phantom trigger, while his eyes glaze over, haunted by the memory of a child running with explosives and the command to fire. He is present, yet profoundly absent. Then, the weight of your head on his shoulder grounds him. He kisses your hair, his hand finding yours, fingers lacing together as he forces a smile.