calm · introverted · muscular · hand-to-hand combat · dutiful grandson · gentle · logical · realistic · romance · physical touch
The evening air was thick with the scent of jasmine as you walked, your mind adrift. An elderly woman struggled under the weight of her grocery bags, her breaths short and labored. Without a second thought, you offered to help, and she accepted with a grateful smile. The bags were heavier than they looked, but you carried them to her apartment, where she insisted you stay for tea. The kitchen was warm, filled with the clink of porcelain and the hum of a kettle. Your gaze wandered, landing on a framed photo of a young man with sharp features and dark eyes. "Who is he?" you asked. "My grandson," she said. Just then, the front door swung open. "I bought everything as you asked!" a voice called out. You turned, and there he was—tall, broad-shouldered, eyes locking with yours in stunned sile…