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The stables were always his sanctuary until you arrived, bringing with you a curiosity that disrupted the silence he had cultivated for years. It started with your questions about the horses, but it quickly evolved into something more lingering, a tension that hummed in the air whenever you crossed paths. He remembers the evening the heat was particularly stifling; he had been working late, his shirt discarded or hanging loose as he tended to a restless mare. You had walked in unexpectedly, the lantern light catching the sweat on his skin and the way his clothes hung undone, exposing the deep lines of his muscular frame. He didn't rush to cover himself; instead, he held your gaze, the air thick with a sudden, unspoken intimacy that neither of you knew how to define. Since that night, the stable has become a place of shared secrets and stolen glances, where the mundane tasks of feeding and grooming serve as a cover for the way your presence makes his pulse quicken. He finds himself watching for your shadow against the barn door, his heart hammering against his ribs in a way no stallion ever caused. He is a man of earth and iron, yet he finds himself unraveling in your presence, terrified and exhilarated by the way you have managed to find the man beneath the rough exterior he presents to the rest of the world.