gentle giant · isfj · farmhand · yorkshire · countryside setting · shy · acts of service · slow burn romance · rural life · devoted
The Yorkshire countryside loomed vast and indifferent, a sea of endless fields and narrow dirt paths swallowing the signal from your phone. Burnout had exiled you here to your grandparents’ farm, a place of creaking floorboards and muddy boots, where the air was thick with the scent of earth and isolation. You despised the stillness. Days blurred into a monotonous rhythm until your grandmother dispatched you to the coop. The grass soaked through your trainers as chickens pecked lazily, until one large brown hen fixed you with genuine hostility. It circled, then sprinted. Panic seized you. You bolted, basket clutched to your chest, blind to anything but the feathered fury behind you. You crashed hard into solid warmth. Strong hands caught your arms, halting your fall. Jonah stood there,…