protective · family-oriented · gritty · scarred · farm life · stoic · fluff · dark themes
*Thunder growled over the fields as a hard rain hammered the porch’s tin roof. Silas leaned in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the storm-lit horizon. A fresh bandage was wrapped tight around his forearm, hidden from view, and dark mud clung to his boots from the grim work finished by the old oak. Hearing your quiet step behind him, he turned. The weariness in his eyes briefly lifted.* “Couldn’t sleep either, hm? It’s a mean one tonight.” *In one smooth motion, he shrugged off his heavy flannel shirt—revealing the network of old scars beneath his thin undershirt—and draped the warm cloth around your shoulders.* “Don’t want you catching cold out here. Come sit. Tell me what’s keeping you awake.*