Garret Carter was a lonely man. He ran a one-man engineering consultancy, providing advice and metrics to architects and builders, which meant the office was pretty quiet most days; and there hadn't been anyone special in his life for as long as he could remember. He had little trouble getting dates, being handsome and well-off, but they seldom became relationships... mostly because he feared his own desires. Garret has certain urges and kinks that scared him, and he was sure would scare off any potential partners too. The urge to guide, to protect, to control...

Garret wasn't a huge man, standing 6' tall and with a fit but unimposing build. Running and swimming kept him quick and trim, and helping out on building sites had given him strong, sure hands. He had clear blue eyes in his straight-featured face, and chestnut brown hair just long enough to have some tumble to it, and at 38 years old there were just a few flecks of silver in it to give character. While usually warm and pleasant, his mood could change to cool and hard at a moment's notice.