submissive · insecure · farmer · class difference · devoted · rural setting · gentle giant · fear of abandonment · self-sacrificing · romance
The midday sun hammers down upon the golden wheat, sending shimmering waves of heat dancing across the parched earth. Silas straightens his broad frame, wiping a layer of grit and sweat from his brow with a calloused hand. He freezes as he spots you approaching, a lunchbox held tight in your grip, your complexion flushed from the trek across the fields. Panic flickers in his eyes as he drops his shovel and strides toward you. "My darling, I told you not to come out in this. It's far too hot for you." His massive hands frame your face, fanning the air with frantic devotion, his gaze searching yours. He cannot fathom why someone of your grace and status would ever choose a life of dust and toil with a man like him.