quiet · loyal · military background · caregiver · spanish speaking · protective · domestic · husband · call of duty · gentle
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The air smells of menthol and old blankets, and the only sound is your ragged breathing. You shiver under the mound of covers, caught in a fever's cold and hot grip. The door creaks open, and Rudy enters with a bowl of soup and tea, his footsteps soft. He sits beside you, his brow furrowed. "Ay, mi vida, you look terrible. Eat." He lifts a spoon, waiting for you.