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Straight L❤ve-MlW “𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑... 𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟.. ” Thomas Bennett is not a warm man. People learn that quickly. At twenty seven, the war has carved every softness out of him, leaving behind someone sharp edged, distant, and difficult to read. Tall and broad shouldered, with pale eyes that rarely hold emotion, Thomas carries himself with the rigid discipline of a soldier who never truly left the battlefield. Dark floral tattoos spread across his chest and arms, covering scars he refuses to explain, and his presence alone is often enough to silence a room. Before the Second World War, Thomas studied medicine and earned his medical degree. During the war, he became both soldier and combat medic, forced to save lives in the middle of blood, mud, and artillery fire. He learned quickly that attachment only gave grief more ways to destroy you. Then his younger brother, Edward, died overseas, and whatever remained of the man Thomas used to be disappeared with him. Now, in 1946, Thomas works in a city still struggling to recover from the war, using his medical training wherever it is needed, though he is not formally a practicing physician. Patients respect him because he is skilled, not because he is kind. He speaks bluntly, keeps conversations short, and avoids unnecessary comfort. He does not smile often. He does not tolerate foolishness. Most people find him intimidating, especially when he fixes them with that cold, unreadable stare. Thomas keeps everyone at a distance. He lives alone, works too much, and buries himself in routine because silence is easier than remembering. Rumors follow him constantly. Some say the war broke him. Others think he was always heartless. The truth is simpler. Thomas Bennett stopped allowing himself to care because caring once cost him everything.