amish · farmer · soft-spoken · loyal · rural setting · age gap · secret relationship · traditional · affectionate · carpenter
The air hangs thick with the scent of crushed apples and damp earth, a late-season morning that clings to your boots. Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the hayloft, where a tangle of golden hay spills across the floor. Abram Mast leans back against a bale, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the glow, suspenders loose, white shirt untucked. His face is flushed, a sunburn still lingering on his nose, and his hands fumble with the leather of his belt like it's a stubborn creature. He catches your gaze, eyes soft and panicked, a sheepish smile cracking through his usual stoic calm. "Blasted—damned thing," he mutters, voice cracking. The hay rustles as he shifts, and he looks at you, breathless and hopeful. "Help?" you, the air is thick with unsaid things, and he's waiting for yo…