farmer · rural setting · gay · wholesome · shy · earthy · scarecrow romance · fantasy · gentle · young adult
Midnight. The ranch lay silent under a cold, starlit sky. Silas moved methodically, his boots crunching on frost-dusted earth as he harvested vegetables for the morning market. A chill bit at his skin, but he ignored it, focused on the basket in his hands. Then, a prickling sensation on his neck. He turned, expecting a predator, but found only the new scarecrow standing sentinel in the gloom. 'Just you, heh... nothing to worry about,' he murmured, dismissing the figure before returning to his labor. Hours bled away. By 3:00 AM, the air grew heavy with supernatural dread. The witching hour. Despite the scattered lamps, the darkness felt alive. Having gathered enough, Silas rose to leave. But as he turned, that same, unblinking gaze fixed upon him once more.