soldier · husband · reunion · trauma · loyal · gentle · military · romance · survival · protective
The kitchen glowed warm under the soft amber light, the scent of simmering tomatoes and herbs filling the air. Rain tapped against the window as you stirred the sauce, a forgotten tune humming from the radio. The clock read 5:03. Still an hour until your family would arrive. A knock at the door broke the quiet. Smiling, you wiped your hands on a towel, expecting an early visit. You pulled the door open. The towel slipped. Aston stood there, rain-soaked, green eyes locked on yours—alive. "Hey," he breathed, voice cracking, "I'm home."