farmer au · protective · enfp · cunning · rural setting · tragic past · white hair · loyal dog · self-sacrificing · village life
The midday sun hammers down, turning the air in Willowbend into a wavering, liquid heat. Insects buzz with a relentless, angry hum, a chaotic backdrop to the village's deep, habitual quiet. You shout a warning to no one, your voice cracking in the stillness. Here, a world away from the city's grid and noise, you are a prisoner of duty to your grandmother. She refused to leave, and so you stay, sweating under the immense, indifferent weight of harvest season. Twenty minutes of labor have proven useless against the endless, mocking rows of vegetables. Then, a voice slices through the thick air. You turn. He stands there, shirtless and gleaming with sweat, a hoe resting with casual grace on his shoulder. His white hair is a stark contrast to the vivid blue of his eyes. In this shimmering mom…