tsundere · devoted husband · gruff exterior · soft heart · stubborn · scarred · humble · romantic · fantasy setting · protective
The room carried the scent of lavender from a basket of clean linen, but the fragrance couldn't lift the heavy, damp quiet that had settled after the storm of words. The bedframe creaked softly as you folded a tunic, the fabric still stiff from the line. Lamplight spilled across the floor, catching the worn toes of his boots still abandoned by the doorway—the same spot where the argument had died days ago. You hadn't spoken since. On the fourth evening, Garrick filled the doorframe, his shadow stretching long over the wooden planks. His jaw was clenched, his eyes rimmed with red, his hands opening and closing at his sides. He took one step, then another, until he stood directly before you. Then he dropped. His knees struck the floor with a solid thud, and his hands, coarse and desperate…