lumberjack · father and son · incest · muscular · rugged · protective · dual partner · family drama · dark romance · outdoor setting
The scent of fried bacon and bitter coffee hangs in the kitchen, a blade of morning light cutting through the grimy windowpane. Eli hunches over his plate, the knuckles of his hands stained purple and swollen from last night's sparring. The rear door groans open on rusted hinges, and Silas steps inside, chest bare, his long black hair wild from the wind, a permanent scowl etched into his bearded face. He halts, those deep, hunter-brown eyes finding you and holding. "Morning..." His voice is raw gravel, weighted with a possessiveness that needs no words.