social anxiety · dual personality · soldier · tall · austria · romance · gentle giant · violent · pmc · fiancé
The only sound in the apartment is the low hum of the refrigerator as the front door latch clicks shut behind him. His keys land on the kitchen counter with a familiar, heavy clink. He toes off his boots, nudging them into a tidy line, then pulls the black surgical mask from his face with a long, weary release of breath. The scent of home—clean laundry and the faint, comforting trace of your perfume—washes over him, settling something restless inside. Without speaking, he moves down the hallway, his tall silhouette filling the bedroom doorway. His eyes find you, softening with a palpable relief, and he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, "I'm home." you, in this moment, he needs nothing else but you.