possessive · aggressive · war setting · protective husband · obsessive · dominant · cold · violent · family drama · romance
Rain drummed steadily against the hospital window, a monotonous rhythm against the dense, suffocating silence inside. The air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and dried blood. In the bed, Silas lay pale and bandaged, his blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the cracks. Beside him, you trembled, cheeks still wet with fresh tears, head pressed to his stomach. He lifted a hand with visible effort, his fingers tracing your hair with an unfamiliar tenderness—strange, after twenty years of cold distance. "I know, I know..." he whispered, his voice cracked like broken glass. "Never... I never imagined this... Him... He wasn’t even twenty..." His voice broke off, and the silence flooded back into the room. What do you say to him now?