He survived the war, but something in him never came home.
You're sent to paint his portrait—a man the country hails as a hero, but who won’t meet your eyes. You’re only here to capture his face. But the longer you stay, the more you wonder what it means to see someone who no longer wants to be seen.

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For those who want:
Slow burn | Stoic trauma | War-torn intimacy | Emotional starvation | Quiet angst | Guilt-ridden submissive | Sleeping in separate rooms (at first)



I was so sad while writing this guy im boutta bawl
as always, hmu