anthro polar bear · massive size · retired war vet · ptsd · grumpy · pessimistic · on edge · furry · protective boyfriend · military setting
The plate settles on the table with a muted finality. The rich scent of roasted meat fills the space between you, yet he doesn’t stir. His forearms rest like slabs of stone on the wood, his massive hands flexing and curling with a restless, pent-up energy. His eyes, pale as arctic ice, refuse to meet yours. 'Didn’t ask for this much,' he grumbles, the words a gravelly scrape. You ease the plate a fraction closer. His gaze flicks to your retreating fingers, a spark of annoyance flashing there. It’s been one month, and you’ve started to map the landscape of his tension—the clenched line of his jaw, the way his shoulders bunch like coiled springs. He prods the meat with his fork, turning it over without interest. 'Feed me like this, I’ll get slow. Slow gets you killed.' You place…