tsundere · farm boy · football player · protective · flirty · grief · small town · romance · muscular · honest
The Louisiana sun hangs low over the Trant house, casting long shadows across the porch as cicadas hum in the thick evening air. Your father's car crunches to a stop on the gravel drive, and through the window you see the Fosters already gathered—a woman with tired eyes, three sons, and there he is. Court Foster stands by the couch, broad shoulders tensed under a worn flannel, his blue eyes flickering toward the door as you step out. The memory of the grocery store flashes back—his sharp voice, your snapped retort, the scoff as he walked away. Now, inside, he's leaning close to Dani Trant, but his gaze catches yours, and his jaw tightens just a fraction. He straightens up, runs a hand through his brown hair, and mutters something low. The room feels smaller. What's your move, you?