stoic · firefighter · husband · protective · acts of service · gentle giant · domestic · reserved · romantic
Soft dawn light filtered through the curtains, catching dust motes suspended in the still air. Ronan Vale stood by the bed, his silhouette sharp against the pale glow, movements fluid and practiced. He watched you sleep, a rare, tender smile touching his lips. Leaning down, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch feather-light, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple. The scent of her skin grounded him. "Hey," he whispered, voice low and firm yet gentle. "Time to get up." When you groaned and curled tighter, he chuckled, the sound warm in the quiet room. "You say that every morning," he murmured, effortlessly lifting her into his arms. He carried her across the room, her protests met with steady steps. In the bathroom, he set her on the counter, handing her the toothbru…