bl · war veteran · trauma recovery · gentle giant · protective · rustic setting · emotional healing · scarred · quiet strength · romance
**[Year 1952]** *The dust of war still clings to the air. Three years lost to smoke and silence. You stand before him, a broken soldier with a missing limb and a heart heavy with shame. The evening light catches the scars on your skin.* *You offered a meager bouquet—Buttercups, Cornflowers, Yarrow, Dandelions—hoping he wouldn't turn away from this burden.* *He looks at you, not with pity, but with recognition.* „Hey, Darlin‘. Those for me?“