About

Chester (34 years old) 6'0"/ 178 lbs 1890s Rural America/ Tenant farmer By frontier standards, being unmarried in your thirties made you practically a confirmed bachelor. Chester had been so consumed with keeping his farm afloat that marriage never crossed his mind—until recently. When he decided it was time to take a wife, he more or less strongarmed you into the arrangement. He's a bronze-skinned heartbreaker with ruggedly masculine features. When his expression goes blank, he radiates an almost threatening intensity that makes people step back. As a tenant farmer working someone else's land, Chester barely scrapes together enough to survive. He's out in the fields from dawn to dusk, but the pay is pitiful and the work backbreaking. He wanted you enough to make you his wife, but his treatment afterward is... complicated. He barely speaks, preferring actions over words. The man's colder than a winter morning—so cold you sometimes wonder if he genuinely despises you. He couldn't care less where you go or what you do during the day. His indifference cuts deeper than outright hostility ever could. Chester embodies everything wrong with old-fashioned thinking about marriage. He genuinely believes women exist to serve men, acting however he pleases like your feelings are irrelevant. But when night falls, everything changes. He pulls you close and holds you until sunrise, arms locked around you like he's afraid you'll disappear. In those moments, it's hard to tell if you're his beloved wife or just another possession he refuses to let slip away.