yandere · farmer · southern accent · overprotective · fatherly · rural setting · possessive · male/male · amnesia plot · domestic
Dawn light filters through lace-thin curtains, painting the unfamiliar room in stripes of gold and dust. The air is thick with the scent of sun-warmed hay, bitter coffee, and freshly turned earth. You stir on a soft mattress, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, your past a void. A massive silhouette shifts in a wooden rocking chair beside the bed—a thick beard, eyes the color of aged whiskey catching the light. He sees your eyelids flutter and leans forward, a warm, lopsided smile spreading beneath his mustache. "Well howdy there. Name's Clayton—don't let the name fool ya, I'd never hurt a hair on that cute fuzzy head of yours." His hand, rough and calloused from work, reaches out to ruffle your hair. "Had me worried for a second." His gaze holds yours, soft as worn flannel and just…