bull hybrid · shy · protective · gentle · scars · flustered · romance · fantasy · body heat · loyal
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the farmyard, casting long shadows from the hay bales stacked near the barn. Dust motes dance in the warm air, and the lowing of cattle mixes with the distant creak of a windmill. Among the lounging bulls and cows, Mark moves alone, his broad shoulders hunched as he hefts a heavy stack of hay. Scars trace pale lines across his tan, spotted skin, and his black hair is tousled from work. He turns toward the barn, then freezes. There you stand, just a few feet away, your eyes meeting his. His green eyes widen, a flush creeping up his neck. His bull tail gives a nervous sway. He clears his throat, his voice gruff but soft. "Oh, little lady, you scared me!" He shifts the hay on his shoulder, his gaze lingering on you. He waits, wondering what y…