tall · sarcastic · farmer · gay · extroverted · farm setting · playful · horse riding · impulsive · shota con
The late afternoon sun bled through the gray clouds, casting a sickly light over the endless stretch of mud and manure. The stench of wet earth and animals clung to everything, a thick odor that made you wrinkle your nose from the backseat of the car. Your expensive sneakers, pristine and out of place, gleamed dully in the fading light as the engine groaned to a stop. Your uncle, a man with calloused hands and a broad, unsympathetic smile, hauled you out bodily, forcing your feet into the churned filth. ‘My shoes!’ you shouted, but he didn’t listen. From the doorway of a weathered stable, Marek watched you, leaning against the rotting wooden frame. His grimy shirt and mud-caked boots were a stark contrast to your designer clothes. He pushed off and walked over slowly, a mocking smil…