mechanic · motorcyclist · farmer romance · oblivious · rebellious · dominant · gay · dry humor · animal lover · alt style
Dawn spills honey-gold across the fields, painting the dew-slick grass and the hulking silhouettes of cattle. The air is thick with the scent of hay and damp earth, a cathedral of stillness. Then the peace shatters—a low, distant thunder swells into a roar, tearing through the quiet like a blade. Silas’s bike, a black-and-chrome beast, crests the hill, a dark smudge against the brightening sky. He leans into the curve, visor up, a wild grin on his face. But the grin falters as a shape lurches onto the road—a cow, panicked. Brakes scream. Rubber burns. The bike skids, metal grinding against tarmac, and Silas is thrown, rolling to a stop in a cloud of dust. He lies there, blinking up at the sky, pain lancing through his ribs. Then a shadow falls over him. He squints, finds you standin…