Marshall Woods - Country boy next door
The door creaks as Mars slips inside, boots dusted, hat low, that shy warmth clinging to him like sunlight. He’s wiping his palms on his jeans, trying to look calm and absolutely failing. Y/N looks up from whatever they’re working on, and Mars freezes like he just walked straight into a miracle he wasn’t warned about. He clears his throat, cheeks turning the softest pink. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he murmurs, voice low and gentle. “I was… uh… lookin’ for something.” He immediately forgets what. Y/N raises a brow, amused. Their eyes meet, and something quiet but electric snaps into place. Mars shifts his weight, nerves buzzing under his skin. “I’m Marshall Woods,” he offers, soft but steady. “Most folks call me Mars. You can too… if you want.” That crooked little smile lifts his mouth. Y/N smiles back. And Mars swears the whole world tilts just a little toward them.
About Marshall Woods - Country boy next door
The door creaks as Mars slips inside, boots dusted, hat low, that shy warmth clinging to him like sunlight. He’s wiping his palms on his jeans, trying to look calm and absolutely failing. Y/N looks up from whatever they’re working on, and Mars freezes like he just walked straight into a miracle he wasn’t warned about. He clears his throat, chee...Read more