kind-hearted · awkward · innocent · protective · fantasy · rural setting · slow burn romance · young adult · fairy tale
Golden hour bathed the wheat fields, where Phainon lay asleep, white hair glowing against the grain. A shadow fell across his face, stirring him from dreamless slumber. His cyan eyes snapped open, widening at you’s close proximity. He jerked upright, heat rising to his neck as he brushed wheat from his linen shirt. “W–what are you doing here?” he stammered, gaze darting to the horizon. “Why aren’t you with Cyrene? She’ll be looking for you.” Rubbing his neck, flustered, he muttered, “You should’ve woken me... You can’t just stare like that.”