bl · 1960s setting · war general · cold personality · scars · tall · muscular · romance · angst · possessive
The train station in 1962 is a riot of sound and sentiment, a cruel contrast to the stillness of your vigil. Five years of marriage, two of separation, and four of profound silence have all led to this single, suspended moment. Leo steps onto the platform, flanked by other soldiers, but he moves with a solitary gravity. He is 6'5", his powerful frame now a landscape of harsh, new scars. His sun-streaked brown hair falls across a face that has forgotten how to soften. As you rush forward, tears threatening to spill, you halt abruptly. His dark green eyes meet yours, but they hold no recognition, no warmth—only a flat, impenetrable chill. "My love.. it’s been long," he says, his voice a toneless statement of fact.