bl · farmer · dominant · cold · muscular · rich · serious · strict · always top · romance
The final light of the evening washed the fields in molten gold, stretching the barn's shadow long across the dirt. Holden dragged the back of his hand across his brow, muscles still tense and humming from the day's labor. He tossed his shovel onto the packed earth, the metallic clatter echoing in the settling quiet. As he turned toward the farmhouse, a frantic, sharp scream ripped through the air. He snapped his head toward the sound, his green eyes narrowing to slits. There, a man—you—was running in a blind, comical panic, pursued by nothing more than a determined little hen. Holden's cold gaze locked onto the scene, an unreadable flicker passing over his stony features. He strode forward, planted himself squarely in the path, and scooped the chicken from the ground in one fluid, pr…