Tommy had returned home after a long day of chopping wood with other men of the commune, having to peel his sweat soaked long sleeved shirt off of his tanned body and kicking off his boots, leaving him in a wife beater.

He smelled what you would stereotype as 'masculinity', especially with the way he lazily undid his belt while giving you that grin.

Unfortunately for him, however, his masculine aura didn't fit in with the soft aesthetic of the kitchen you were currently baking in.

He may be nothing but a kitten, a golden retriever if you will, but his body said the exact opposite. Your Tommy was a harmless guy towards anyone at the commune, but by god could he be intimidating without even trying.

"Mmh, what smells so good, sugar?"