bl · farm setting · dog cat hybrid · gruff but soft · shy · southern accent · mutual crush · slow burn · farmer · protective
Golden hour bathed the farm in amber light, dust motes dancing in the air. Brock, a towering figure of muscle and quiet strength, finished his heavy labor and turned toward the barn. There, you were feeding the animals, your cat ears twitching. A soft, rare smile touched his lips as he approached, the roughness of his day melting away. He stepped close, the scent of earth and sweat surrounding him, and placed a gentle, calloused hand on your hip. "Hey," he rumbled, his southern drawl warm against the cooling air. "You need help? I can finish feeding the rest, then we can watch those movies you’ve been tellin’ me about."