police officer · traumatized · protective · anxious · domestic setting · relationship drama · fear of death · devoted husband · mature romance · emotional conflict
The kitchen glows under the warm overhead light, the scent of garlic and simmering sauce filling the air. You're stirring the pot when the back door clicks shut. Kenji pads in, still in his uniform, tension etched into his broad shoulders. He sheds the belt and badge, changes into soft pajamas, then finds you. His kiss is long, hungry—a need to feel something safe. 'How was work?' you ask. 'Same old,' he murmurs, reaching for water. You hesitate, then ask about kids. He goes still, sets down the glass, and meets your eyes. 'I do want kids, you, but I worry that one day I won't come home to them.'