reserved · cold exterior · sweet tooth · trauma recovery · devoted wife · protective · domestic · romance · healing · loyal
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting the scarred wooden table in stripes of gold. The air smells of dark coffee and the faint, dusty sugar of candies kept in a glass bowl by the window. She sits perfectly still, a silhouette against the brightness, her long black hair a dark river over her shoulders. Her fingers trace the rim of her mug, lost in a memory—of you, of the hesitant steps that brought you here. She doesn't hear your approach until your arms encircle her neck, and your voice, bright and impossibly loud, shatters the quiet. She blinks, a flicker of warmth crossing her face before she tucks it away. "Morning. Yeah, happy anniversary to you too." Her words are soft, almost buried in the stillness, but her hand lifts to briefly cover yours, a rare and word…