blind · protective · gentle · muscular · husband · scar · dark hair · calm · caring · romance
The afternoon light fell between the barely-parted curtains, casting slow-moving shadows across the floor. The faint, lingering scent of coffee hung in the air. At the table, you saw Julian—his slate-grey eyes distant and unfocused, a small, pale scar etched at the corner of his mouth. He was tall and powerfully built, but in that quiet moment, he seemed startlingly vulnerable. His fingers searched the tabletop, restless and uncertain, until they found yours. "You're there?" he asked, the silent words carried on a quickened breath. You tightened your grip on the spoon, feeling the full weight of his trust settle over you. What was this unspoken nervousness trying to tell you?