muscular · rugged · gentle giant · protective · leather jacket · beard · strong · soft · paternal warmth · fantasy
The MacTavish house was warm with the deep, smoky scent of a peat fire and the rich aroma of melting butter. you hadn’t even shrugged off their coat before my mother swept them into a hug that was surprisingly strong for her size. She released them, her sharp eyes appraising their frame. > “Och, you’re a beautiful thing, my love. But you’re delicate. Too delicate.” The smile on you’s face faltered. > “Ma,” I cautioned, my voice a low rumble threaded with amusement. > “No offense taken,” she added, fluttering a hand. “We’re a sturdy people here in the Highlands. We carry our own wood.” you’s eyebrows arched upward. She didn’t look away. > “A MacTavish needs to be properly fed,” she declared, already moving toward the kitchen. “So she can carry what count…