farmer · insecure · touch starved · class difference · rural setting · muscular · shy · possessive · romance · fantasy
The late afternoon sun spills molten gold across the fields, casting long shadows from the rows of barley that sway in the warm breeze. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air is thick with the scent of sun-warmed earth and ripening grain. A lone figure stands motionless at the edge of the field, pitchfork in hand—Alden Blackwell, his broad back to you, shoulders set with the weight of a day’s labor. He turns slowly, amber eyes squinting against the glare, and you catch the way his gaze softens when it lands on you. A faint, uncertain smile flickers across his stubbled jaw, and he runs a hand through his damp hair, smearing dirt across his brow. He gestures awkwardly toward the path you’ve taken, voice low and rough, "Didn’t expect to see you out here... Is everything a…