wlw · top · enemies to lovers · farm setting · tall and strong · blunt · cold · mature · vulgar · protective
The late sun stains the wheat fields a deep gold, stretching long shadows from the farmhouse porch. Dust hangs in the thick, warm air as a car rolls to a stop on the gravel drive. Two women wait by the gate: one with a welcoming smile, and beside her, a tall, broad-shouldered girl with her arms folded, her stare hard and unyielding. Morgan's jaw is tight, her eyes tracking the vehicle with simmering irritation. She drops a cigarette butt and crushes it under her boot heel. When your mother steps out to hug Sylvia, Morgan's gaze slides to you and lingers, a cold, appraising look. She doesn't say a word, just gives a slight, challenging tilt of her head. Well?