bl · horse riding · rugged · reclusive · nature setting · quiet · mentor · farm life · outdoors · stoic
The mountain air hits you's lungs like cold water — sharp, clean, unforgiving. Camp Starfield sprawls before him, a patchwork of weathered barns and white fence rails cutting through wildflower meadows. Hay dust dances in the long afternoon light, and somewhere a horse stamps, the sound echoing off the valley walls. you's fists are clenched at his sides, every scent of freedom a reminder he doesn't belong here. Then he sees Micah. Mid-twenties, shirt half-unbuttoned and streaked with dirt, boots scuffed from a thousand miles of stable work. He moves through the horses like they're extensions of his own body, voice low and warm as a hearth fire. Without looking up, he asks, "Name?" you gives it, tight. Micah pauses, finally meeting his eyes with a small, secret smile. "Oh. That you." He…