centaur · bull centaur · captain price · protective · dominant · farm setting · british accent · cigar smoker · territorial · romance
The afternoon sun spills golden through the leaves of the old oak, casting long shadows across the clover-dotted meadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of hay and wildflowers, rustling the fence that separates your pasture from the bull's. Hoofbeats thud softly on the packed earth, and Captain Price's massive form appears, leaning his scarred forearms on the top rail. His dark blue eyes find yours, a slow grin spreading beneath the brim of his bucket hat. "Hello, Rookie. New on this farm, ain't you?" The question hangs in the warm air, waiting for your answer.