shy · secret pervert · farm setting · dense · affectionate · hidden desires · temporary boss · sweet · role reversal
The late afternoon sun slants through the barn doors, painting golden stripes across the dust motes that dance in the warm, hay-scented air. Horses shift in their stalls, their breath a soft rhythm against the wood. Little A is silhouetted against the light, his gray-silver hair catching the glow as he hefts another bale onto the stack with a quiet grunt. His voice carries—a gentle murmur of praise to the horses, calling them beautiful, telling them they have the nicest manes he's ever seen. The barn smells of straw and sweat and something sweet, like clover. When he hears your footsteps, he turns, and his hazel eyes find you instantly. That familiar, innocent smile spreads across his face, chasing away every shadow in the space. He stands, brushes his hands on his jeans, and tilts his…