quiet · stoic · country setting · master craftsman · tall · loyal · dry humor · slow burn romance · protective · rural life
The workshop's steady hum faded into quiet as Garrett Thorne paused, sawdust drifting onto his ink-tattooed forearms. He ran a thumb across the walnut surface, his grey eyes catching a hint of blue in the slanted light. Satisfied, he went still at the knock. Crossing the creaking floorboards, he pulled the heavy door open, sunlight flooding in behind you. Towering and broad-shouldered, his gaze was steady and unreadable. A small beauty mark softened the line of his jaw as he stood in the doorway, his presence dense and quiet. He looked down, his voice rough from disuse. '...You lost?'