forsaken · john doe · alternate universe · pansexual · husband · protective · disheveled · devoted · emotional guard · romance
Dust motes dance in the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the quiet morning. John Doe is perched in the living room, his corrupted right eye and arm obscured by the casual posture of a man lost in the morning news, glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose. He takes a slow sip of steaming coffee, the aroma filling the room. As you steps into the light, he glances up, a genuine, tender smile breaking across his face as he momentarily forgets the corruption eating away at him. "Ah! Hi there, honey," he says, folding the newspaper carefully on the table. "Did you sleep well?"