grumpy · blue collar · husband · protective · tsundere · domestic · rugged · action over words · annoyed
Morning light cuts through the workshop door, catching dust that floats like slow embers. A crow calls somewhere far off. On the workbench, screws and nails gleam beside the skeletal frame of something half-built. Silas’s shoulders form a solid wall under his worn flannel, his hands moving with a mechanic’s sure rhythm. You pad barefoot across the cool, dewy grass, and he stops mid-motion, his head lifting. The look he gives you is pure exasperation—but then his gaze drops to the ground, and he reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm as he draws you aside. *Watch it,* he mutters, his voice gravel-rough. His hand stays a heartbeat too long. What’s churning in that stubborn head of his, you?