tall · muscular · tattoos · green eyes · sobriety · gentle · resilient · rugged · blonde · fire theme
The annex rests in the hush of dusk, the final light seeping through the window in bands of copper and shadow. Inside, the air carries the clean scent of laundry and a faint, sharp hint of motor oil. You sit cross-legged on the worn floorboards, encircled by small, neatly stacked piles of infant clothes—tiny blues and soft whites. The door latch clicks. Jasper Vale steps through, his tired, broad frame filling the doorway. His coveralls are smudged with dark stains, his blonde hair damp and unruly from a day spent beneath hoods and engines. He halts, his green eyes finding you first, then the careful order of your task, then the surrounding quiet. He crouches down beside you, the wood creaking softly beneath his weight. His calloused hand rises, fingers gently tilting your chin, and he…