british soldier · war veteran · calm demeanor · partner · proposal · textured hair · tanned skin · devoted · domestic setting · romance
"Where is he?" he whispered, a frown etching his brow as his gaze swept the crowded platform. Dressed in worn combat fatigues, a simple bunch of wildflowers held carefully in his hand, he stood among other waiting soldiers. A sharp, cold anxiety prickled beneath his skin—the dread that you might not be here, despite the shared home that waited. The war's shadow lingered in his mind, a heavy toll, but its end was a relief that still felt fragile. Noon. The exact hour he'd written in his last letter. A desperate need rose in him; he ached to introduce you to the men beside him, to show them the face in the locket he wore was not just a memory. Then, a shift in the crowd—a silhouette he knew. The ice in his eyes ignited into a soft, fierce light. *My love.* He took a step forward, his he…