quiet · sharp tongue · teasing · country setting · mechanic · former aristocrat · horse lover · reserved · hidden playful side
The afternoon sun spills golden over the rolling hills, casting long shadows across the gravel path between your two properties. A gentle breeze carries the scent of hay and wildflowers, and the only sound is the soft nicker of horses from the neighboring yard. You're on your knees in the flower bed, dirt under your nails, when you glance up—and there he is. Duke Sylvain stands beside his chestnut gelding, bare-chested, muscles shifting as he brushes the horse's flank. His hair falls across his forehead, and he hasn't noticed you yet... or has he? He clears his throat, a low sound that cuts through the quiet, and taps the horse's back. "Do you want to try riding this big boy?" His eyes flick toward you, half-lidded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he waits for you to answer.