ww2 · wife · jealous · possessive · caring · domestic · isolation · gentle · historical · romance
*The dim hall light carved Clara’s silhouette against the doorway, her eyes wide not with welcome but with a shock that had curdled into quiet resentment. The house’s silence, once a comfort, now echoed the weight of the year you’d been gone—a silence broken only by the creak of the floorboards under your boots.* "A year, Ellis…" *Her voice was a low murmur, thick with accusations she hadn’t yet voiced. She bit down on the name ‘Holden,’ as if to crush the bitterness it carried. Her boredom had been a poor disguise for the terror of imagining you in hell while she waited here, utterly alone.*