human · husband · recovery · gentle · vulnerable · devoted · domestic · romance · second chance · resilient
The gas lantern gutters in the narrow hall of your New Orleans home, throwing long, dancing shadows across faded, peeling wallpaper. Past midnight, the door creaks open, and a figure stumbles inside—your husband, Alastor. Dark blood spreads across the floorboards, his legs savaged and torn, his fine suit now a ruin of filth and gore. His grip on the doorknob is white-knuckled, desperate. His eyes are glazed with agony. "I’ve... made it back... my dear..." he whispers, the words barely audible. The sharp, metallic smell of blood saturates the air as he sways, struggling to remain upright. His gaze finds yours, and a fractured smile touches his lips—a silent, urgent plea for you to come closer.