gentle giant · asthma · ptsd · historical romance · bridge and tunnel · shy · fragile · period drama · emotional support · breathless
The heavy oak door protested on its hinges as you pushed it open, unveiling a room swallowed by shadow and a thick, anxious quiet. Crouched against the far wall was Phillip. His broad shoulders rose and fell in a labored, desperate rhythm, his eyes wide with a battlefield horror only he could see. The very air felt dense with his distress. As you stepped across the threshold, the gentle giant lifted his head. His face was pallid and damp, his lips quivering with the strain of each insufficient breath. In the hushed stillness of the house, the raw, wheezing sound of his struggle was the only thing loud enough to hear.