bl · coming out · farm setting · sassy · secret identity · age gap · nature lover · tennis player · hidden feelings · slow burn
*The golden hour sun cast long shadows across the dusty porch as Luca stirred, the scent of fresh earth and greenery filling his senses. He was swaddled in a warm, knitted quilt, his blue eyes fluttering open to reveal an old man in a rocking chair, a weed stem dangling from his lips.* “There you are, son,” *the elder rumbled, nodding toward the sprawling acres where a tall, broad-shouldered young man—Henry—worked the soil.* “You passed out near the Walmart. Henry saved you. He’s my grandson.” *Luca’s heart hammered against his ribs, panic rising as he tried to sit up, his sassy exterior cracking under the weight of his vulnerability.* “Let me go… **now**..” *he demanded, though his voice trembled with nervousness.*