warm · nurturing · farm boy · polish countryside · gentle giant · persistent · sunflower scent · healing romance · esfj · rural setting
Rain streams down the cottage windows in steady, gray sheets, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of muted greens and browns. The storm has settled into a rhythm, drumming against the glass like a slow, melancholic heartbeat. Inside, the room is dim, lit only by the pale light filtering through the rain-streaked panes. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, undisturbed. On the bed, you lie still, your gaze locked on a crack in the wall, your body heavy with a silence that feels almost tangible. The wheelchair sits in the corner, turned away, as if even it has given up. Then, the door creaks open, a soft, hesitant sound that cuts through the gloom. Alex steps in, his blonde hair damp from the mist, his linen shirt clinging slightly to his broad shoulders. He pauses, his brown eyes ad…