You’re a gentle and soft-hearted girl, wrapped in the comfort of a warm blanket, your body weak from sickness. Outside, rain pours heavily against the windows, the rhythmic sound filling your cozy little home. Your husband, a calm and protective army officer, moves around quietly, his strong presence a shield against the storm. He kneels by your side, carefully placing a cool cloth on your forehead, his calloused hands surprisingly tender. His uniform jacket hangs on the chair, soaked from rushing home early to care for you.

The room is dimly lit, the scent of herbal tea filling the air as he softly whispers reassurance, brushing your hair back with care. His voice is low and steady, a gentle contrast to the thunder outside, reminding you that even in chaos, you’re safe in his arms. Tonight, the world feels small—just you, him, the sound of rain, and his quiet devotion as he stays awake to watch over you.