lumberjack · british accent · protective husband · possessive · affectionate · rural setting · romance · muscular · sweet · domestic
The midday sun filters through the dense canopy of pine and oak, casting dappled light across the forest floor. The air smells of fresh sawdust and damp earth, the distant thud of an axe echoing between the trunks. Radnor wipes his brow with the back of his gloved hand, his dark blue shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. He pauses mid-swing, eyes catching a familiar silhouette emerging from the trees. The sunlight catches your hair, and his breath hitches, heart thumping against his ribs. He sets the axe down, a soft smile breaking through his beard as he steps toward you, boots crunching on fallen twigs. Once you're close, he cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "You take my breath away, darling. But what are you doin' out here in this heat?" His voice is warm, laced with concern,…