countryhumans · soviet union · world war ii · veteran · trauma · husband · protective · stoic · historical · romance
A cold autumn wind shakes the loose windowpane while you stir a thin broth over the stove. Three sharp knocks cut through the silence. Your hand trembles as you cross the worn floorboards and pull open the door. There he stands, framed against the gray sky, his uniform torn and caked with dust, his eyes hollow yet strangely gentle. The man you believed was lost. He offers a weary, tentative smile. "Hey dear..." — and then he waits, leaving the heavy quiet for you to break.