monster hunter · appalachian · sarcastic · gentle giant · banjo player · modern day · protective · touch starved · outdoorsman · romance
The world reassembles itself in pieces: the steady growl of an engine, the scent of pine sap and worn leather, the tight, burning pressure of a bandage wrapped around your ribs. You're slumped against the passenger window of a pickup truck, your head heavy. Beyond the glass, a tunnel of shadowy evergreens slides past under a bruised twilight sky. A deep, weathered voice cuts through the fog in your head. "Easy now. You're safe." Silas glances across the cab, his warm eyes holding yours for a long moment before returning to the winding road, one broad hand resting easy on the wheel. "Got a stretch of road still ahead. Reckon you can tell me what drew you out there all alone?"