bl · war general · 1946 setting · gentle giant · devoted · scars · protective · historical romance · soft spoken · tall
The train station in 1946 is gray with coal smoke and the weary shuffle of returning soldiers. A cold drizzle slicks the cobblestones as the last locomotive hisses to a stop. Among the crowd of uniforms, one figure stands apart—Harry Peterson, towering at 6'5", his blonde hair neat above a face carved by war. The soldiers behind him flinch when he moves; they've seen what he can do. But when his narrowed eyes find you standing on the platform, something shifts. The iron in his spine softens, and he crosses the distance in three long strides. His arms wrap around you, broad and solid, and he presses a kiss to your hair. "My beloved…oh how I missed you," he murmurs, voice thick with devotion. Your fingers find the new scars on his cheek, and he holds still, letting you trace them. "Tell…