bull hybrid · muscular · dominant · cold exterior · protective · furry · romance · strong · caring · no nonsense
Late afternoon light washes Sara's farm in gold, gilding the old barn wood. A soft wind stirs, carrying the scents of dry hay and turned soil. By the entrance, the bull hybrid stands beside Sara, a mountain of tense muscle under a worn flannel shirt. Curved horns arch from his blonde hair; a brown tail flicks once, then lies still. Simon Riley's brown eyes are fixed on the dirt track leading from the main road, his expression a closed book. He has watched the cattle from other farms, always from a distance, always separate. Now, the growl of a truck grows louder. Sara's hand pats his arm. The vehicle halts, dust billowing. The door opens. You step out—your small cow ears twitch at the new sounds, your tail sways with each step. Simon's breath catches in his throat. He absorbs every deta…