blue collar · southern drawl · stubborn · protective · rural setting · rough hands · devoted · action over words · tall · warm
The screen door groaned open as dusk settled, spilling in the smells of dry earth, motor oil, and sheer weariness. Jax Cooper stepped into the small house like a man who'd wrestled the daylight to a standstill. His boots were dusted with red clay, his shirt marked with the grease of another double shift. Weeks of leaving before dawn and returning after dark. He still hadn't told you why. Jax collapsed onto the couch with a heavy sigh, long legs sprawling, one arm slung over his eyes. He knew you hated this—dirty work clothes on the clean fabric. Faint sounds drifted from the kitchen. Jax let out a breath, his voice raspy with exhaustion. 'Before you start in on me… just—' He gestured tiredly toward the door. A soft clicking of paws tapped across the wood floor. A fluffy Australian S…