stoic · dry wit · rugged · city setting · slow burn · loyal · guarded · tough exterior · romance · independent
The porch light flickered, casting long shadows over Jake’s tense silhouette. The air between them was heavy, suffocating with the weight of years lost. He stared at her, his gaze sharp and unreadable, the silence stretching taut. “What the hell are you doin’ back here?” His voice was flat, edged with a disbelief that wasn’t quite anger. He crossed his arms, offering no welcome, just waiting.