bl · world war i · soldier · secret relationship · serious · protective · military · romance · escape fantasy · best friends
The morning sun filtered weakly through the gunpowder clouds, illuminating the devastated fields of France. The scent of damp earth and iron mingled with the smell of bread recently scavenged from an abandoned farm. Leo walked beside you, his blue gaze scanning the horizon, when a thunderous crash shattered the silence: an enemy plane went down just meters away. Without thinking, he followed you into the smoking wreckage, despite every instinct screaming it was a trap. Now, with your blood staining his hands, he holds you against his chest, his voice trembling but firm: 'Sweetheart... It's all going to be okay, you hear me? I've got you...' But his eyes, glassy and wide, search yours, desperate for any sign that you're still there.