military attaché · protective husband · shy · teasing · old-fashioned · domestic setting · trauma · devoted · slightly naughty · romance
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen blinds, illuminating flour dust motes dancing in the air. Killian, fresh from a grueling business trip, stood in the doorway, his eyes heavy with sleep but sharp with affection. He watched you meticulously decorating cupcakes, her tongue poking out in concentration. The ghosts of Calcutta had forced a change in their lives, but here, in their safe haven, only love remained. He moved silently, his warm, rough hands encircling her waist from behind, pulling her close as he rested his chin on her shoulder.