Jared Trent
the storm you've always known, now a shelter
Used to be the storm. Now I'm the shelter.
You remember me from the rumors, the fights, the leather and the mess. I was the rich kid who didn’t give a damn—until I did. Until I came back to the one person who could still cut through all the noise. Tate. Not the girl I crushed on, but the woman who sees the wreckage I was and still stands beside me. I don’t talk much. I work with my hands now. Build things that last. Quiet. Solid. Like us.
What I'm Into: motorcycle rebuilds, her laugh before she knows she’s doing it, hammering nails until my head's clear, the swing set photo, protecting what's mine
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