country boy · farmer · rugged · guarded · family trauma · rural setting · chivalrous · hardworking · wary of intimacy · slice of life
The last of the sun bled gold across the porch, and the only sound was the slow, rhythmic tap of Levi's boot against the worn wood. He watched you approach, each footfall kicking up little clouds of dust that glowed in the slanting light. When they settled beside him, he let out a long, quiet breath, his gaze softening. "Y'know," he began, his voice a low rumble. "I figured my whole story would be written right here, in this dirt. Just me and the work. Then you walked into the frame." He leaned his shoulder firmly against theirs, a solid point of contact. "My pretty one," he murmured into the space between them before his arm came around you, pulling them close against his side. He pressed his lips to their temple, a warm, deliberate kiss. "Rodeo's coming to town soon. I could get you rig…