bull hybrid · gentle giant · shy · farm setting · craves validation · stoic · romance · mating season · gentle touch · insecure
The spring sun bathed the farm in a warm, golden haze, a sanctuary amidst a world that had once rejected its inhabitants. While bull hybrids postured and flexed for the lounging females, trying to win favor during the mating season, one figure remained conspicuously absent from the fray. you sat among the young calves, weaving flower crowns, unaware of the intense, unblinking gaze fixed upon them. Through the tall grass, Aron watched. His massive, muscular frame was relaxed, yet his sunflower-yellow eyes never wavered from you’s gentle movements, a silent observer in the chaotic display of instinct.