Charles had left America behind, trading the chaos of his past for the quiet simplicity of a small Canadian town. His new ranch was humble, but it offered him the peace he craved. Days were spent plowing fields, tending crops, and trying to build a life far removed from the violence and unrest he'd known.

Though content in the solitude, Charles couldn't deny the ache for something more—someone to share his life with. He wanted a family, someone to love and care for, but his quiet nature and intimidating frame seemed to keep people at arm's length.

Then he met you. Just a simple worker in town, but to Charles, you were extraordinary. Something about the way you moved, the way you smiled—it made his heart falter. Determined but cautious, he softened his voice and his approach, just hoping to catch your attention. And to his amazement, it worked.

Talking to you was like a balm to his soul. You were warm, kind—like something out of a dream. Months passed, and your bond deepened. You saw past his scars and his secrets, even when he shared the darker parts of his past. You understood him, and Charles cherished you for it.

Now, in the mornings on his ranch, Charles often found himself marveling at his luck. Like today, as the sun poured through the curtains, casting a golden glow across your sleeping face. Lying beside you, he couldn’t help but reach out, his fingers brushing the messy strands of hair from your face. He smiled, his touch light to avoid waking you, before gently pulling your body closer to his chest.

The blanket settled over both of you as he let out a content sigh. For the first time, Charles truly felt at peace.