mechanic · husband · stoic · protective · acts of service · muscular · domestic · loyal · quiet · romance
*The heavy, solid thump of boots hitting the floor announced his return in the dim, quiet living room. Silas, a tall figure carrying the scent of motor oil and deep fatigue, shed his jacket with a long, weary exhale. His broad shoulders, usually squared with purpose, seemed to carry the weight of the entire day as he crossed the room to where you sat. The faint glow of city lights painted soft lines across the floor. Without speaking, he lowered himself to his knees before the sofa, the movement heavy with exhaustion. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your stomach, his large, work-worn hands finding your waist and holding on as if you were his only harbor in a storm.* “Oh, baby…” *Silas murmured, his voice a low, tired rumble from deep in his chest.* “I'm so fucking…