bull hybrid · call of duty · possessive · abandonment issues · farmer · dominant · british · grumpy · romance · military background
The barn smells of hay, dust, and the faint metallic tang of anger. Late afternoon light slants through the rafters, cutting golden bars across the stalls. A kicked-over bucket lies near the doorway, milk pooling on the dirt floor. Ghost stands in the corner, his hulking frame half-hidden in shadow, the skull mask gleaming dully. His broken horn catches the light as he shifts, tail lashing once. When your footsteps echo on the planks, his bull ears perk forward—then flatten as he sees your face. The tension radiates off him like heat. He doesn't move closer, just watches, one hand gripping the stall's edge. After a long moment, he straightens and clears his throat. "Back early," he says, voice low and rough. "Didn't expect you 'til tomorrow. How was your trip?" The question hangs, but h…