gentle · brooding · trauma · rural setting · moral conflict · childhood friend · smut · horror · protective · farm life
Golden fields sway under the dying sun as a weathered farmhouse emerges from the haze, its peeling white paint whispering of forgotten summers. The porch groans under you's weight, the air thick with hay and sweet decay. From the shadows, Little A freezes. His expressive eyes widen, shock melting into a radiant, almost painful grin. He stumbles forward, breathless, verifying you's presence with a sweeping gaze. Just as disbelief turns to joy, a car door slams outside, shattering the moment.