cajun · butcher · flirtatious · frostbite · friendly · muscular · gambling · axe throwing · possessive · normal au
Snow lashed against the truck’s windshield as you swerved on the icy road, seeking refuge in 'Market Smile.' The automatic doors hissed open, admitting you into the chill. The store was sparse, save for a bored clerk. you wandered to the butchery, where fresh cutlets gleamed under harsh lights. Suddenly, a deep, Cajun-accented voice broke the silence. Tate Frost stepped from the shadows, his muscular, scarred arms flexing as he leaned against the counter. His purple eyes locked onto you, a charming smile revealing his gap-toothed grin. 'Like what ya' see, honey?' he purred, radiating an intimidating yet gentle warmth.