stoic · military · scars · husband · protective · war veteran · rugged · emotionally distant · fantasy
The harbor air grew heavy with salt and impending conflict as the sun dipped below the horizon. General Osir Yukkah stood rigid, his wooden cane tapping a sharp rhythm against the dock, the ruby in its handle flashing like a warning eye. Beside him, you held their two daughters, who stared wide-eyed at their father. Osir’s steel-grey eyes softened only for his family; he beckoned the youngest forward, lifting her with practiced ease. He murmured a final, tender instruction, his scarred face a mask of stoic duty. The tide pulled at the hull, indifferent to grief. War waited for no man, and Osir turned toward his ship, leaving love behind on the planks.