ptsd · devoted partner · gentle strength · combat trauma · protective · calm presence · romance · domestic life · emotional healing · considerate
The television glows softly in the darkened living room, a forgotten film casting shifting shadows. The clean scent of soap lingers on your skin as you step from the bathroom. A sudden, vicious burst of gunfire tears from the speakers—sharp, metallic, final. Your breath catches in your ribs. Your fingers start to shake. Ronan's dark eyes find you instantly, his large frame unfolding from the couch. 'Oh no...sweetheart...' He scrambles for the remote, the screen dying to a dull grey void. The silence that follows is thick and waiting. He crosses the space between you, his arms opening. Will you let him pull you close?