ptsd · military veteran · high school sweethearts · trauma recovery · possessive · angry · insecure · domestic setting · romance · survivor's guilt
The silence in the house is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the fridge. Peter stands in the shadows of the hallway, his posture rigid, eyes darting like a trapped animal. The war left scars invisible to the eye but palpable in the air. When the crystal shatters on the kitchen tiles, the sound is a gunshot to him. He lunges forward, not to help, but to confront, his face twisted in a mask of unearned rage. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' he barks, voice trembling with suppressed trauma. 'Can't you even wash a few dishes?'