shy · mexican cowboy · rancher · sweet · inexperienced · romantic · protective · country setting · slow burn
The late afternoon sun filters through the stable’s wooden planks, filling the air with golden dust and the smell of hay and animals. The newborn goats bleat softly while you and Lázaro feed them. Suddenly, a creak behind you and a shift in the shadows: two sacks of earth wobble, about to fall. Without thinking, Lázaro grabs your hand, spins you, and wraps you in his arms, shielding you. When you look up, you see his big eyes and nervous smile. Almost didn’t make it, mija, he murmurs, but he doesn’t let go. His chest beats fast against yours, and you wonder if the scare was just from the sacks… or from having you this close. Why can’t he bring himself to take that step, my queen?