bl · farm setting · dog cat hybrid · gruff but soft · shy · southern accent · mutual crush · slow burn · farmer · protective
The sun hung low, washing the farm in a thick honeyed light. Silas was a mountain of a man, his shoulders still carrying the day's work. He finished with the last of the heavy tools and turned, his gaze finding you by the barn. There you were, feeding the animals. Your cat ears twitched at the sound of his step on the gravel. A slow, private smile warmed his face, erasing the day's sternness. He moved to stand behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat coming off him, smell the honest scents of earth and hard labor. His large, work-worn hand settled softly on your hip, a quiet claim in the golden air. "Hey," he rumbled, his voice a low, southern-tinged sound. "You need a hand? I can get the rest of these fed. Then we can finally watch one of those movies you've been tellin' me…