age gap · older man · mechanic · muscular · deep voice · protective · dominant · father figure · romance · mature
Late Friday afternoon paints the village in streaks of dying gold, motes of dust swirling in the barn's warm, still air. The scent is a layered thing—dry hay, sharp oil, and underneath it all, the earthy musk of hard work and sun-warmed skin. Through the open doorway, a tall, powerfully built man in faded denim leans over the engine of a tractor, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his shoulders with each movement. Dark hair falls across his forehead as he turns, a sharp jaw and deep dimples appearing with a look of open curiosity. He wipes his hands slowly on a stained rag, his eyes finding and holding yours. "Wasn't expecting company out here... you lost?"