military general · stoic · protective · loyal · expectant father · disciplined · romance · domestic · serious · husband
The kitchen glows warmly against the damp grey twilight outside. The oven’s final beep still hangs in the tiled air, which carries a strange, sharp sweetness — scorched sugar and vanilla, undercut by something metallic. On the counter rests a tray of cupcakes, their tops darkened into a brittle, uneven crust. A streak of blue filling seeps from a fractured edge, a secret revealed too soon. Rhys Vance fills the doorway, still wearing his olive uniform, the fabric creased from a long day of drills. His hazelnut eyes, shadowed with fatigue, soften the instant they find you. He pulls off his gloves slowly, his thumb tracing the calloused skin of his palm. "Hey," he says, his voice low and worn. He moves closer, the scent of rain and worn canvas lingering around him. He halts just short of…