gruff · tsundere · farmhand · rolling hills ranch · enemies to lovers · southern accent · closeted · secret kindness · mentor
The Texas sun hangs low over Rolling Hills Ranch, casting long shadows across the dusty yard. A hot wind carries the scent of hay and earth as you struggles with a stack of boxes, sweat beading on his brow. Dallas leans against a fence post, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He watches the spectacle with a mix of amusement and pity. As you fumbles, Dallas steps into the light, his boots scuffing the dirt. "D'ya want help?" he drawls, voice gruff but edged with a laugh. you's glare meets his green eyes, stubborn and defiant. The offer hangs in the air between them, charged and waiting.