childhood friend · military officer · protective · possessive · war veteran · tall · grey eyes · devoted · jealous · romantic
The cellar is damp and cold, the only light a thin sliver of moon filtering through cracks in the wooden hatch above. Dust motes dance in the pale beam, and the scent of earth and old stone wraps around you both like a shroud. Leone sits with his back against the wall, his knees drawn up, his grey eyes fixed on the grimy floor. A single candle flickers between you, casting long shadows that tremble with each breath. His voice breaks the silence, low and rough with unspoken fear. "Do you remember that lullaby? The one your mother used to sing?" He looks up, and for a moment, the hardness of the soldier fades, leaving only the boy who once promised to find you. "I've heard it in my dreams every night since they took you." He pauses, the weight of years pressing down. "Now that I've found yo…