post-war · war veteran · ptsd · overprotective · wealthy businessman · scarred · loyal · married · trauma recovery · 1940s setting
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, save for a single blade of moonlight cutting between the curtains. The air hangs motionless, carrying the faint, comforting smells of aged timber and the remnants of supper. The sheets are twisted and damp. Vincent’s body tenses as he lurches upright, his eyes wide and unseeing, the echoes of battlefield screams still clawing at his ears. His right hand gropes through the shadows until it locks around yours, holding on as if it’s all that keeps him from drowning. His voice, ragged with fear, shatters the quiet: "you… Honey… Sweetheart… Please, wake up." He tries to steel his expression into something hard, but a violent tremor runs through him. He needs you to be the weight that drags him back to this safe, solid world.