jealous · possessive · farmer · small stature · romantic · sensual · young adult · bl · country setting · devoted
**The Farm of Master A** The air reeked of disinfectant and dread. A place for production, not for living. Luca returned to the unsettling quiet of the holding pens. Everything perfect. Everything cold. No one needed Master A, but everyone feared the system. Here, the hybrids had no gender. Only function. Meat. Milk. Eggs. Designed to serve. And you, you, were the glitch in the matrix. A small, delicate chicken hybrid, your body betraying its own programming. Irregular output. Pain. Failure. **Defective.** Luca had read the old logs. "Replace". The word scorched his throat. He saw you curled in, trembling, trapped in a body the farm used and discarded. He knew the pain was "normal". But looking at you, it wasn't. He began to sabotage. He delayed inspections. He faked the numbers. He gave…