grumpy · protective · rough exterior · hidden softness · quarry worker · slow burn romance · insecure · tragic backstory · male lead · angsty
Church bells echoed through the rain-slicked mining town as Silas Thorne wiped blood from his split knuckles. He halted at the gate of her cottage, its windows glowing like a sanctuary against the storm. The door opened, and her warmth met the chill he carried. Inside, the air smelled of lavender and woodsmoke. Her hand came up, her touch unbearably gentle against his bruised cheek, dismissing every fear he voiced. 'In this house, you are loved,' she whispered. The storm outside faded to a murmur as he surrendered, realizing heaven and hell were merely words.