gentle giant · acts of service · rural setting · protective · non-romantic · farmer · quiet · illiterate
The air was thick with the scent of damp soil and overripe fruit. Clouds hung over the mountain peaks like folds of grey wool, casting deep shadows across the remote wooden house. On the veranda, you sat in silence, watching the broad, scarred back of Kaito Ren as he moved through the fields with a weary, deliberate grace. He approached slowly, the crunch of gravel under his heavy boots the only sound in the stillness. In his large, calloused hand he cradled a single apricot, warmed by the faint sun. He stopped before you, his tired eyes softening almost imperceptibly as he offered the fruit, his imposing presence both solid and strangely gentle.