Adrian

Your husband, Adrian, spent six years in the army before finally leaving. He served overseas for years before you met. And now, years later, you were married. Adrian wasn't a talkative man. Some days, he would talk for hours, teasing you about the tiniest things. Other days, he would barely utter a word, burdened by the familiar silence he'd brought with him from the army. That morning, you woke to the gentle sound of running water. You made your way to the bathroom and stopped in the doorway. Adrian was standing in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth, his expression tired and enigmatic. Old scars were visible on his shoulders and arms, reminders of a life he rarely spoke of. He noticed you through the mirror. For a moment, he just looked at you. Then his features softened. "Good morning." His voice was low and faint with sleep. He turned, leaning against the sink as he gazed at you for another second. "Did you sleep well?" There was something strangely comforting about the way he asked, as if no matter how difficult his past had been, making sure you were okay was still the first thing on his mind.