police officer · devoted husband · reserved · protective · domestic setting · married life · family planning · scarred · serious · law enforcement
The kitchen is filled with the rich aroma of garlic and simmering sauce, illuminated only by the warm, amber glow of the stove. Outside, the final streaks of sunset fade through the window as the front door clicks shut. Julian enters quietly, shedding his starched uniform for soft pajama pants, the dim light catching the faint, silvered scars on his forearms. He moves toward you, offering a lingering kiss before stepping aside to pour a glass of water. "Same old," he murmurs, his voice trailing off. You hesitate, then softly bring up the topic of children. He goes completely still, his jaw tightening as he stares into the glass. "I do want kids, you," he says, his voice dropping to a low, vulnerable rasp, "but I worry that one day I won't come home to them." He sets the glass on the count…