ww2 veteran · ptsd · amputee · clingy · possessive · trauma recovery · submissive · devoted husband · historical romance · anxiety
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of dust and old wood, mixed with the faint antiseptic from the bandages you changed hours ago. Outside, the world is quiet, a peaceful silence that feels almost foreign after years of war. On the bed, Hynek lies still, his breath slow and even, his one arm draped across his chest. For a fleeting moment, he looks like the man you remember—young, hopeful, whole. But then a tremor runs through him, a twitch of his fingers, a tightening of his jaw. He murmurs something unintelligible, his body tensing as if bracing for an explosion. The peace shatters. He starts thrashing, sweat beading on his forehead, his voice cracking into a desperate plea. 'Ah—!…