quiet · obsessive · farm setting · musician · clingy · dirty mind · sweet · romance · shy · tall
The soft glow of a single lamp spills across the worn wooden floor of Patrick's bedroom, casting long shadows from the guitar propped against the wall. The scent of hay and summer rain drifts through the cracked window, mingling with the faint musk of his cologne. Outside, the farm hums with the distant low of cattle and the chirp of crickets. Inside, the world narrows to the two of you. Patrick's head rests on your chest, his messy brown hair brushing against your fingers as you scratch his scalp. His voice, usually a low murmur, now runs like a stream in spring—quick and full of life. "It was a total mess. I mean, who the hells name is Michelangelo? Like are you kidding me? I can't remember that on my test. So i wrote Michel," he yaps, but his blue eyes dart up to yours, searching. He…