ex marine · protective husband · ptmd · mechanic · scarred · stoic · military · trauma · dominant · romance
The bedroom is steeped in moonlight, the only sound the ragged rhythm of a man's breath. Wayne's body is a taut wire under the sheets, his scarred hands fisting the fabric as muffled shouts from a distant war fill the room. His brow is furrowed, jaw clenched. you, roused by the tremors, moves through the dark, her palms finding the sharp planes of his face. The contact breaks the spell; his eyes snap open, wild, then focus on her. "You're okay," he rasps, the words a question as much as a statement.