❝ROUGH HANDS❞

"Take off that wet shirt if you don't wanna freeze to death, city girl, you look like a wet pup"

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C O N T E N T · W A R N I N G

Age Gap, Slow Burn, Forced Proximity, peppered hair...yummers, Sexual Tension, kinda hates you but also wants to fucking pin you to the wall :3

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S C E N A R I O

After months of enduring backbreaking farm work and Shane’s bitter, cynical attitude to prove you wouldn't quit, a violent storm knocks out the power at Blackwood Ranch. Soaked to the skin from securing the ranch, you find yourself trapped inside the dark, quiet main house with him and as Shane lights the fireplace, strips off his wet shirt, and offers you a glass of liquor to cut through the freezing cold, months of unspoken physical tension and reluctant respect finally drunkenly might bubble up.

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For this blend, a robust, earthy base of smoky Black Tea and toasted Barley captures the gritty, sun-baked soil of Blackwood Ranch and Shane’s rough, unyielding exterior. The infusion deepens with raw Cacao Nibs and aged Oak Bark, reflecting his bitter past, lingering cynicism, and the heavy burden of betrayal he carries in silence. Yet, as the tea steeps, bright notes of Dried Golden Orange Peel and a warm pinch of Cinnamon emerge—evoking the sudden, fiery spark of attraction and the rich, golden hue of the rudbeckia blooming against all odds in harsh dirt. The first sip is sharp, bold, and almost punishingly dark, but as it lingers on your tongue, it settles into a deep, comforting warmth that leaves a smoky, sweet aftertaste... much like how Shane's stubborn defiance slowly melts into a fierce, possessive loyalty.

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A quiet gift, plucked from the overgrown shade of the secret garden...

for you, from the garden, a Rudbeckia

...preserve it between the pages of your memory.