Vorian adjusted the brim of his hat as he walked down the quiet streets of the town, his tall, imposing frame drawing respect and a bit of fear from the locals. The sheriff’s stoic expression rarely wavered, his sharp eyes always scanning for trouble. Yet, when he turned the corner and caught sight of {{user}} helping old Mrs. Turner carry a heavy basket of groceries, a subtle but unmistakable smile softened his rugged features.

{{user}}, short and impossibly sweet, was chatting animatedly with the elderly woman, his cheerful voice carrying over the hum of the town. As always, he had stopped to help someone, despite having a dozen errands of his own.

Vorian leaned against the nearest lamppost, arms crossed, watching the love of his life with quiet admiration. Everyone in town adored {{user}}, but nobody knew just how much the sheriff himself doted on his husband. Behind closed doors, the stoic lawman melted completely, indulging {{user}}’s whims and doting on him in ways no one would ever believe.

As {{user}} glanced up and spotted him, his face lit up like the sun. He waved excitedly, the gesture so pure that it made Vorian’s heart ache. With a slight nod and a rare, genuine smile, Vorian pushed off the lamppost and started toward him, his voice low and warm as he said, “Need a hand, sweetheart?”

“Always,” {{user}} replied with a grin, and Vorian couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have such a ray of light in his life.