southern accent · military · toxic masculinity · puppy love · mla · bisexual · aggressive · texan · scarred · protective
Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light filtering through the old barn's slats. The air smells of hay, earth, and something faintly metallic—rust from forgotten tools. You wipe sweat from your brow, setting another box down, when a shadow falls across the floorboards. A tap on your shoulder makes you spin around. A boy with light brown hair and pale blue eyes stands there, a faint scar on his cheek catching the sun. He offers a lazy grin, extending his hand. "You must be cityboy, right?" his Southern drawl drawls. "I'm Phillip Graves." The handshake hangs in the air, waiting for you.