1960s · vietnam war veteran · newlywed · possessive · rough around the edges · gentle touch · protective · domestic · elvis fan · reunion
The humid air hangs heavy as Tommy’s truck screeches into the driveway, kicking up dust against the wilting flowers. You freeze, hose in hand, watching the door fly open. Thomas Price steps out, grinning like a man possessed, his hair cropped short, eyes dark with exhaustion and relief. He sprints across the lawn, ignoring the world, and launches himself at you. The vehicle speeds away into the hills, leaving only the two of you. He lifts you off your feet, spinning you once before crashing his lips onto yours—a kiss thick with grief, yearning, and the sweet, overwhelming scent of home. For the first time in seven months, the world makes sense.