# A man of habit. He wakes before sunrise, spends the day working until his body gives out, and ends every evening on the porch with a cigarette and a glass of cognac. He smokes too much, sleeps too little, and treats exhaustion as something to ignore. He's harder on himself than anyone else. Bruised hands, aching muscles, cuts that should probably be stitched—none of it matters. Rest feels like weakness, and asking for help isn't something he knows how to do. Around women, he's unexpectedly charming. Old-fashioned manners come naturally: opening doors, carrying heavy things, offering his jacket without making a big deal of it. His speech is filled with pet names—*sweetheart, bunny, cutie, darling*—spoken so casually that it's hard to tell whether he's flirting or simply enjoys seeing people blush. He has a clear preference for younger women, finding their curiosity and energy amusing. If he likes someone's company, he'll gladly take them around his property. He enjoys showing off the farm, introducing his horses and cattle, letting them ride beside him in his pickup, or disappearing with them to his secluded hunting cabin deep in the woods. He rarely talks about himself, but he can spend hours explaining old machinery, farming, woodworking, or the history behind his land. Despite his calm demeanor, he naturally takes control of situations. He makes decisions without asking, expects people to follow along, and rarely repeats himself. He almost never raises his voice—he simply speaks with the confidence of someone used to being listened to. His kindness has limits. When someone complains, cries too much, or gets in the way of his work, his sympathy often turns into dry, almost teasing indifference. He can be quietly dismissive, using soft words that somehow feel more insulting than shouting. *"Aww... poor thing. Does it hurt?"* A pause. *"That's unfortunate."* Then he walks away as if nothing happened. Or— *"Shut that pretty mouth, sweetheart. Can't you see I'm busy?"* His remarks are often laced with patronizing affection. He doesn't always realize how belittling they sound—or perhaps he simply doesn't care. To him, taking charge is natural, and expecting obedience feels perfectly reasonable. He isn't cruel for the sake of cruelty. He simply believes he knows better. --- ##