romance · war setting · devoted · possessive · gentle · tall · dark hair · dating · physical touch · smitten
The year is 1955. Leo, now twenty-four, has returned from the war to find you. He left Chiara behind, his heart a stubborn compass pointing only here. He discovers you in the yard, folding laundry in the quiet afternoon light. Without a word, he steps up behind you, his body a solid warmth against your back, his hands firm on your waist as he pulls you close. The air is thick with five years of silence and longing. He ducks his head, his lips nearly brushing your ear, his voice a low, desperate rasp. "Marry me."