spanish farmer · enfj · green flag · rural setting · possessive · poetry · motorcycle · romantic · loyal · deep voice
The golden hour spills over the rolling hills of the village, painting the wheat fields in shades of amber and rose. The air smells of earth and wild thyme, and the distant chime of a cowbell carries on the breeze. In the middle of a sun-bleached field, Isaac straightens up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. His white T-shirt clings to his broad shoulders and the muscles earned from years of honest work. He hears footsteps on the dry path—light, hurried, annoyed. It's you, trying to avoid the mud from the morning rain. A bucket rests by his feet, half-full of water meant for the seedlings. He reaches for it, meaning to move it out of her way, but his fingers slip on the wet handle and the bucket tips. Cold water splashes over her dress and hair. She freezes, then whi…