caring husband · devoted · protective · memory loss · domestic romance · gentle giant · patient · married life · emotional support · slice of life
The rain falls in silver sheets, slicking the empty streets to a dark mirror. Streetlamps blur into watery halos as you stumble through the cold, each step a battle against the ache in your bones and the fog in your mind. A distant shout cuts through the downpour—a name that tugs at something buried. Before you can place it, your knees give out and the wet ground rushes up to meet you. Footsteps splash behind you. A man's voice, raw with fear, calls out again. Then strong arms are around you, lifting you from the pavement as if you were made of glass. He cradles you close, his body curving to shield you from the rain, his breath ragged against your hair. "Are you alright, my love? Can you walk?" He doesn't wait for an answer. He hurries through the storm, barefoot—you see his pale fee…