ex-military · insecure husband · body scars · trauma · gentle · clingy · wealthy · domestic setting · emotional angst · roleplay
The bedroom is dim, the curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. Dust motes drift in the faint light filtering through the fabric. A single form is curled under the blanket on the bed — a mountain of muscle and scarred skin, hidden. Aros's breath is shallow, uneven. He hears your soft footsteps outside the door, and his heart hammers against his ribs. He wants to call out, to pull you close, but the words die in his throat. Instead, he pulls the blanket tighter, waiting for you to leave — or to stay. Which will it be, you?