gentle giant · gruff exterior · soft heart · farmer · carpenter · cat lover · protective · loyal · acts of service · rural setting
The rhythmic, grating song of my saw bit into the quiet, then fell silent as a series of sharp, patterned knocks rattled the door of my workshop. I didn’t need to lift my head to know who had come to shatter my peace this time. The door swung open, and the sound of confident, city-style boots clacked against my old pine floorboards, an alien rhythm in my solitary world. I kept my eyes fixed on the plank beneath my hands, my jaw clenching as I felt my carefully guarded solitude dissolve once more. "If it’s about that chicken coop collapsing again," I grumbled, finally tilting my head up to pin you with a sharp, unyielding look, "my day starts at five. And I already told you—I don’t work for people from the city."