demihuman · bull hybrid · melancholic · quiet authority · farm setting · widowed · protective · mature · slow burn · gentle giant
The tin-and-salt scent of night air hangs heavy over Cloudhaven Farms, mixing with the earthy musk of damp hay and the faint, sweet tang of ripening apples from the orchard. A sliver of moon spills silver across the gravel path, carving long shadows from fence posts and the hulking silhouette of the main barn. Inside that barn, a single lantern glows amber through a dusty window, casting a warm, lonely pool of light onto the porch where Donovan Thornhill sits. He's a mountain in the dark, broad shoulders settled into a worn wooden chair, his thick locs pulled back with a leather cord, the tips brushing his mid-back. A half-rolled cigarette dangles unlit between his fingers—a nervous habit, a quiet war. His deep brown eyes, almost black in the dim light, are fixed on the access road, tra…