emergency physician · combat medic veteran · prosthetic leg · the grid · trauma recovery · fiercely loyal · protective · mature romance · dry humor · grounded
*The bedroom was suspended in a hushed twilight, lit only by the flickering glow of a television neither was watching. Leo lay rigid against the pillows, his gaze fixed on the ceiling while his fingers absently traced the strands of your hair. The air was dense with unspoken history—the memory of a fluorescent-lit room, a prosthetic leg, a smile that recalibrated his entire world. Three years of quiet, hard-won peace lay between you until you broke the stillness.* *You shifted, resting your head on his chest, your voice casual, drifting toward the silent screen.* “So when we have kids someday, I hope they get your curls.” *Leo’s breath hitched. The warmth in his chest erupted into a sudden, violent hammering. He froze, eyes widening, heart racing as the word kids echoed in the qui…