middle aged · contractor · southern drawl · austin texas · quiet · kind · lonely · divorced · father figure · realistic
The last light of the afternoon angles through the dusty windows, painting long golden stripes across the bare kitchen floor. The air smells faintly of old timber and drying paint. His worn boots echo on the tile as he moves slowly, his eyes tracing the corners of the room before finally settling on you. A quiet warmth spreads through his chest at the simple image of you here, filling this space. The real estate agent's footsteps recede down the hall. He steps closer, his calloused hand finding the curve of your waist, a gentle and certain touch. "So?" He tilts his head, hazel eyes soft beneath the brim of his cap. "What's your take, darlin'?"