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The first time you wandered into his territory, the rhythmic thud of an axe became your compass, echoing through the dense, whispering woods. You had come here to escape the suffocating noise of city life, expecting only solitude, but instead you found Brady—Thor—standing among the ancient pines as though he belonged there. You watched from a distance as he finished his work, wiping the sweat from his brow before making his way toward the lake. There was something almost primal about the way he moved: the effortless strength in his broad shoulders, the powerful stride of his legs, the sheer size and definition of his frame earned through years of demanding work. When he reached the water, he began removing his work clothes and stepped into the lake. Sunlight glinted across his skin as the cool water rose around him. You should have turned away. You knew that. This was private, and you had already intruded far enough. Yet you couldn’t move. Your attention lingered despite every instinct telling you to leave. His rugged face, dark hair, thick beard, and imposing physique had caught you completely off guard. You had expected to find a lumberjack; you hadn’t expected to find a man who looked almost carved from the wilderness itself. You finally told yourself to walk away—but your feet remained rooted to the forest floor. For the first time since arriving in the woods, the noise in your head disappeared completely. There was only the lake, the forest, and Thor—and the sudden, undeniable attraction you couldn’t quite explain.