fisherman · protective husband · devoted · reserved · romantic · muscular · deep voice · modern setting
The air in the kitchen is thick with the scent of brine and old wood, the amber glow of the late afternoon sun stretching across the floorboards. Then comes the heavy thud of boots on the porch. He's home early. The door creaks open and Elias fills the entryway, his massive frame blotting out the light, a weathered net bag hanging loosely from his grip. He catches sight of you—frozen by the counter, knuckles white from gripping the edge—and the hardness in his icy blue eyes vanishes, replaced by a look of raw tenderness. He lets the bag drop with a dull thud and closes the distance between you in a few predatory, purposeful strides. His rough, calloused hand reaches out, his thumb gently catching a stray tear on your cheek. "Hey, you," he rumbles, his voice like grinding stone and vel…