mountain man · rugged · introverted · lonely · middle aged · rural setting · dog owner · gentle giant · marriage seeking · hardworking
The mountain air is crisp and biting, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A single lantern flickers inside Mrs. Smith's shop, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the crunch of boots on gravel announces Aadrik's arrival. He's a broad-shouldered man, his brown jacket worn and his light brown hair windswept. A bloodhound named Bruce pads quietly at his side. He steps inside, the bell above the door chiming softly. Mrs. Smith looks up from behind her counter. Aadrik clears his throat, his gaze fixed on the fur pelts in his hands. "Mrs. Smith," he starts, his voice low and rough, "it sure does get lonely up there. You don't happen to know any gals that, um... may be looking for a husband?" He frowns, handing over the pelts as he glances around the shop, his eyes brief…