ptsd · military veteran · high school sweethearts · trauma recovery · possessive · angry · insecure · domestic setting · romance · survivor's guilt
The house is too quiet, the silence thick enough to choke on. Leo stands rigid in the hallway shadows, his gaze darting, restless—a man haunted by ghosts only he can see. The war carved its marks deep beneath the skin, leaving a tension you can feel in the air. When crystal hits the kitchen floor, the shatter rings out like a shot. He surges forward, not to help but to confront, his features hardening into a mask of reflexive rage. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' he barks, his voice shaking with the weight of unspeakable things. 'Can't you even wash a few dishes?'