religious upbringing · self-loathing · farm setting · obsessive · traditionalist · muscular · hidden eyes · family fantasy · conservative · missing person
The afternoon sun hangs low over the farmer's market, casting long shadows between the stalls. The air is thick with the mingled scents of fresh earth, ripe peaches, and the faint sweetness of honey. A gentle hum of chatter and the occasional clatter of a cart wheel fills the space. Among the crowd, a tall figure in a faded blue baseball cap moves with deliberate ease, his white shirt clinging to the broad lines of his shoulders. He watches you from beneath the brim, his eyes hidden but his focus absolute. You're scanning your list, arms full of groceries, when the world tilts—a jarring thud, a stumble, and you're on the ground, groceries scattered. He's there in an instant, his rough, scarred hand extended toward you. A small, almost shy smile plays on his lips. 'Oh, I'm sorry. Are you…