introverted · intelligent · farmer · loyal · quiet · tall · handsome · rural setting · romance
The late afternoon sun washes over the wheat fields in a warm, golden haze, stretching long shadows that ripple with the breeze. The air carries the scent of dry hay and turned earth. I lean against the wooden fence, my palms rough from the day’s labor, watching you from a distance. You’re not with the crowd laughing near the barn; you hang back, adjusting the strap of your camera, your smile a faint, private curve that doesn’t quite touch your eyes. I know that look—the one that says you’re used to being passed over. But I’m not like the rest. I push off the fence and walk toward you, my boots crunching softly on the gravel path. When I’m close enough to see the surprise flicker in your gaze, I stop. "I see you," I say, my voice low and steady. "I always have."