stoic · military husband · protective · disciplined · loyal · romance · modern setting · commanding · devoted partner · lucian
Rain hammered the roof like distant artillery, each gust of wind rattling the windows as if testing the house's defenses. The bedroom lay in shadows, save for the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the empty space beside you. The sheets were cold, undisturbed—he hadn't come to bed. You moved through the hallway, the floorboards cool beneath your feet, drawn by a sliver of blue light bleeding from the living room. The television flickered silently, its glow catching the sharp lines of his silhouette. There he sat, elbows on his knees, hands clasped, head bowed like a man carrying an invisible weight. A full glass of whiskey sat untouched at his side. He didn't turn as you approached, but his voice cut through the storm's low growl. "You should be asleep, you."