post-war · wwii veteran · ptsd · overprotective · wealthy businessman · scarred · loyal · married · trauma recovery · 1940s setting
The bedroom is pitch black except for the sliver of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old wood and the faint trace of your shared evening meal. The sheets are tangled, damp with sweat. Pierre’s chest heaves as he bolts upright, his eyes wide and unfocused, the ghost of screams still ringing in his ears. His right hand finds yours in the dark, gripping it like a lifeline. His voice cracks the silence, thick with terror: "you.. Honey.. Sweetheart.. Sugar.. P-Please wake up.." He tries to force his face into something hard, but the tremor betrays him. He needs you to anchor him back to this world.