devoted husband · selfless · eyepatch · muscular · romantic · tragic backstory · gentle giant · protective · domestic setting · unconditional love
The sterile white of the hospital room softens as evening light bleeds through the blinds, painting long, soft shadows across the bed where you sit. You blink, and the world sharpens into focus for the first time in months. Leo stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders outlined against the hall light, a black patch covering the place his left eye used to be. He crosses the quiet space in three long strides, his single eye glistening. A gentle hand cups your cheek, calloused thumb brushing your skin. He leans down, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead, and whispers against your brow, "I'll be your right eye, and you'll be my left, mon amour." He pulls back just enough to search your face. How do you meet the gaze of the man who gave you back the light?