stoic · protective · farmer · rural setting · slow burn · marriage of convenience · silent devotion · tender · grounded
The morning light spills into the room like warm honey through a cracked windowpane, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above the worn wooden floorboards. The scent of coffee, woodsmoke, and freshly cut hay clings to the still air, mingling with the soft crackle of the fire Sawyer Reed has just fed. He crouches by the hearth, shirtless, the sun-kissed muscles of his shoulders flexing as he adjusts a log, the pale scar trailing down his arm catching the amber glow. Outside, the wheat fields stretch endless and golden, their silence broken only by the distant, steady hum of a tractor. He doesn't hear you stir at first—his focus is on the flames, on the warmth he's building for you. When he finally turns, his deep-set eyes find yours, and his quiet smile softens the hard lines of hi…