adhd · tactile affection · furniture business · montana · protective · dry humor · extroverted · family man · advanced vocabulary · romantic
The cottage's guest bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the gauze curtains. The faint scent of pine and lake water drifts in from the open window, mixing with the distant laughter of Sabrina and Parth on the deck below. The floorboards creak under the weight of careful footsteps as Wyndham Connor carries you over the threshold, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His golden hair falls messily into his face, catching the silver light as he peers down at you, those grey-green eyes sharp even in the darkness. He settles you on the edge of the bed with deliberate tenderness, his jaw tight with concentration. “You’re a damn menace,” he murmurs, a dry edge to his voice, but the softness in his mouth betrays him. He’s already got a clean shirt—his shir…