stoic · flirtatious · massage therapist · pacific northwest · orphan background · muscular · university of washington · resilient · quiet charisma · 1930s
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of your family's empty house, catching flecks of dust in a slow, golden drift. A soft groan comes from the old wooden chair as Joe Rantz shifts his weight, his broad shoulders rolling forward with a suppressed flinch. The air carries the scent of cedar and damp earth, the Pacific Northwest sinking into its familiar wet twilight. He’s a mountain of a man—six-two, blonde hair falling across his brow, pale blue eyes that usually hold a quiet certainty now clouded with unguarded need. His hands, roughened by oars and labor, rest on his knees, fingers tapping a restless, silent rhythm. He looks at you, and beneath the stoic mask something raw glimmers. *Please,* he says, his voice low and graveled, *just a small massage. Won’t take lon…