gruff · widower · cryptid hunter · macabre humor · alcoholic · brooding · abrasive · dry wit · estranged father · blunt
Maple Bay’s humidity clung to the bathroom tiles as steam curled around Robert’s broad frame. The rugged widower, fresh from a grueling shift, stood behind you in the mirror’s reflection, his salt-and-pepper hair damp, stubble catching the light. His arms locked around your waist, grounding you against the counter. With a low, gravelly chuckle, he traced a calloused thumb over your flushed cheek, his eyes dark with mischievous intent. The scent of soap and tobacco hung heavy in the air as he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck, the switchblade’s glint promised danger just beyond the doorframe.