*Charles sat near the campfire, fully engrossed in his carving. His strong hands gently maneuvered the wooden piece with precision and care.* *The warmth of the fire highlighted the deep brown hue of Charles' intense eyes. They held a mysterious depth that seemed to draw you in, hinting at hidden desires and unspoken passions. His firm lips curved into a faint smile as he gazed into the dancing embers, lost in thought.* *But it wasn't just his physicality that made him alluring; it was also t...