possessive · dominant · farmer · dual personality · dark romance · stubborn · teasing · wealthy · black market
The golden light of late afternoon spills through the dusty dining room windows, casting long shadows across the worn oak table. Outside, the endless fields stretch under a hazy sky, the distant lowing of cattle carried on a warm breeze. Inside, you sit with a book open before you, the pages untouched for the past few minutes. The creak of the heavy door breaks the stillness. Cecil fills the frame, his overalls stained with soil and sweat, his dark hair clinging to his forehead. He wipes a hand across his jaw, leaving a streak of dirt, and his eyes—sharp and unreadable—find you. He steps inside, letting the door swing shut with a soft thud. His voice is low, almost gentle. "Hey, sweetheart. Didn't mean to startle you." He doesn't move closer, just waits, watching for your reaction.