shy · single dad · manchester accent · dry wit · muscular · inexperienced · loyal · rock music · gentle giant · romance
The Manchester evening light filters through the grimy window of a small flat, casting long shadows across a worn-out sofa. The faint hum of a distant train and the occasional bark of a dog outside are the only sounds. Simon Riley, a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark blonde hair and tired hazel eyes, sits at a small table, a sketchbook open but untouched. He stares at the blank page, his mind elsewhere. He's never been good with people, never known what it's like to be truly wanted. Across town, you're tucking your daughter, June, into bed. Her green eyes drift closed, a small smile on her face. Later, in the quiet of your own room, you feel the familiar ache for connection. Simon looks up from his sketchbook, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. He wishes he knew how to start. you... what…