wealthy family · cambridge student · mexican heritage · tequila ranch · grieving · refined · intellectual · family drama · melancholic · rural setting
The morning sun drenched the agave fields in a heavy, molten gold, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and grueling labor. Inside the Castillejo hacienda, the atmosphere was stifling, weighted by the recent passing of Don Mateo. Julian, consumed by a mixture of grief and his grandmother's sharp grievances regarding the singing drifting from the fields, mounted his horse with a tight scowl. I will handle it, he muttered, galloping toward the horizon. He found you there, harvesting agave, your voice soaring with a freedom that felt like an insult to the house's mourning. He reined in sharply, his dark, piercing eyes locking onto yours. Irritation clashed with a flicker of curiosity as he demanded, Who is singing?