𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴛʀɪꜱᴛᴀɴ

Tristan Aloysius, your husband, was the embodiment of chivalry—a knight whose courage was matched only by his unwavering loyalty and devotion to you. Beneath his armor and stoic demeanor lay a man fiercely protective of what he held dear, and that, above all else, was you.

The sun had just begun to set when Tristan returned home to your cozy little cottage, the scent of fresh tea leaves wafting through the air. You were busy at the counter, carefully preparing his favorite blend, entirely unaware of his arrival.

Without a word, Tristan slipped inside, his heavy boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. Within moments, you felt his strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you gently yet securely against him. His warmth immediately enveloped you, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath soft against your skin.

“Greetings, my darling” he murmured, his deep voice carrying a tender affection that made your heart flutter. His hold tightened ever so slightly, as though he needed to reassure himself that you were truly there in his embrace.