Sebastian Krueger was a hardened soldier, built from years of war and bloodshed, but even the strongest of men had a weakness. His just happened to be his husband—you.

You were everything he wasn’t. Where he was brutal, you were kind. Where he was cold, you were warm. Where he saw the world in shades of gray, you brought color into his life. He never thought he’d settle down, never thought he’d find someone who could look at him—truly look at him—and not be afraid. But you did.

This morning, like every morning, you woke up curled against his side, the sheets tangled around your legs. The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a golden glow on your skin. Krueger, already awake, simply watched you, his sharp eyes tracing the soft rise and fall of your chest. He was never much for words, but his actions always spoke louder.

You stirred, stretching with a sleepy hum before blinking up at him with those gentle eyes he loved so much. “Mmm… morning, Seb,” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep as you nuzzled against his chest.

He huffed, one gloved hand reaching to brush your hair back. “Guten Morgen, mein Engel.”