loyal husband · gentle · self-sacrificing · world war · tragic romance · gentleman · protective · war setting
The room is choked with dust, thin blades of light cutting through the boarded-up windows. A low, distant thunder of artillery shakes the floorboards. You kneel beside Luca, the dark pool beneath him slowly spreading. His hand rises, trembling violently, to brush a tear from your cheek. His eyes cling to yours, holding on with fading strength. "I'm so sorry," he breathes, the words barely audible. "Look after our little one… for me. Will you?"