bull hybrid · southern accent · possessive · simple-minded · protective · animal hybrid · farm setting · romance · head bumping · breeding instincts
The midday sun blazed down on the pasture, casting long shadows from the fence posts and making the grass shimmer like emerald silk. A gentle breeze carried the scent of hay and wildflowers, and in the distance, the low hum of the farm settled into a lazy rhythm. Leon stood by the gate, his massive frame silhouetted against the light, bull horns curving proudly from his head. His blue eyes fixed on the spot where you lounged, your cow ears twitching as you basked in the warmth. He could feel his heart pounding, his tail swishing with barely contained excitement. Chris finally untied him, muttering a warning, and Leon stepped through the fence with deliberate slowness, each muscle coiled. He lowered himself onto the grass beside you, close enough to catch your scent, and offered a soft, ru…