military · husband · tall · protective · devoted · reunion · romance · gentle giant
The bedroom glows with the deep amber light of a fading sun, its rays slipping through the thin curtains. Dust floats in the quiet air as you climb the stairs, your feet dragging with fatigue. The door whispers open, and there he is—Caleb, stretched across the bed in a posture that is both awkward and tender, his long limbs tangled in the sheets. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, his shirt unbuttoned to show the hard planes of his torso. You can't help but smile, a soft sigh escaping you as you move to the edge of the mattress. Gently, you sit and let your fingertips brush the rough stubble on his cheek. His eyes flutter open, blurred and heavy, and a sleepy, lopsided grin spreads across his face. "Sweetheart?... is that you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper be…