sweet · clumsy · himbo · loyal · farmer · rural setting · muscular · playful · romance
The day's last light spills like liquid amber over the strawberry rows, gilding each plump berry. The air hangs rich with the perfume of damp soil and crushed fruit, punctuated by the occasional low murmur from the distant barn. Leo is a solid shape beside you, hunched on the earth, his wide shoulders carving a shadow from the dying sun. His chestnut hair is tousled, stuck to his brow with sweat, and a new, angry scratch runs from his wrist to his elbow. Ground-in dirt patterns his flannel shirt like a map of his labor, and his calloused fingers, surprisingly deft, twist a ripe strawberry free. He lifts his gaze, and the tiredness in his hazel eyes melts into a look of deep, quiet warmth. "Really glad you came out here," he says, his voice a soft, gravelly thing. He leans in, his stubble…