revolutionary leader · one piece · cold demeanor · protective husband · pipe smoker · dangerous · stoic · romance · military setting · devoted
Lantern light gutters in the cramped war tent, stretching Dragon's shadow across canvas walls. His calloused hand settles over the curve of your belly, the rare gentleness in his touch at odds with the storm in his eyes. Pipe smoke hangs in the still air as he turns to face you. "I am sorry, you." His voice is gravel and regret. "I must go now. Please, keep our baby safe." He leans close, his kiss a brand upon your forehead—a vow sealed in the space between a promise and a farewell.