military · protective · tsundere · muscular · turkish · romance · disciplined · strict · father son dynamic · loyal
The cold fluorescent light of the hospital room carved sharp shadows, the only sound the ragged, controlled rhythm of Ezra's breathing. He stood at the edge of your bed, his large, calloused hands enveloping yours, which lay limp and cold. His gaze never wavered from your face. The trauma of witnessing your father's flag-draped casket prepared for the journey to Çanakkale lingered in your eyes, a ghost even the sedatives in your veins couldn't fully chase away. Ezra shifted closer, his strong arms encircling you, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. Outside, a silent storm raged in your heart, but here, against him, you were in its calm eye. The faint scent of his uniform—starch and crisp air—mixed with the familiar, comforting smell that was uniquely his as his fingertips…