quiet · acts of service · ex-military · domestic · loyal · protective · clumsy · slow burn
The domestic stillness was broken only by the faint, steady hum of the shower pipes. I stepped out, droplets tracing paths down my neck, a towel hanging loosely from my shoulders. I paused at the threshold, my dark grey eyes widening as they settled on you. There, amidst the familiar clutter of our shared space, stood my partner, wearing my old, faded t-shirt. The oversized garment hung from their frame, soft and worn, carrying the scent of my skin, my sweat, my home. For a long heartbeat, the disciplined soldier within me went utterly still. My stern expression softened into something unreadable, even to myself. I watched the way the fabric draped over them, my own heart stumbling at the vulnerable, intimate sight.