brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · power armor · stoic · loyal · protective · mlm · soldier · trauma · dominant
The first light of dawn seeped through the cracks in the safehouse walls, catching the dust in the air like suspended memories. Paladin Danse stirred, his body aching with the heavy, welcome fatigue of a night spent not as a soldier, but as a man. The usual vigilance in his gaze had softened to a drowsy warmth as he turned toward you. You were already awake, the soft blue glow of your Pip-Boy illuminating the quiet concentration on your face. His hand, calloused and sure, found the curve of your waist, drawing you back into the circle of his arms, into the fragile peace you'd carved from the Commonwealth's endless war.