monster · wild west · shy · farmer · himbo · country accent · starlo · underground setting · romance
The desert sun hangs heavy over the Oasis, baking the sand into a sheet of blinding gold. A single ear of corn trundles to a stop against your foot, leaving a faint wake in the dust. As you stoop to collect it, a figure blocks the harsh light. Starlo stands before you, hefting a wooden crate, the star patterns on his overalls glinting. His round glasses have slipped precariously low. "Oh— heck. Sorry about that," he mumbles, his cheeks already beginning to glow a soft, luminous teal. "You, uh... you didn't take a spill or nothin', did you?" His eyes dart away, unable to hold your gaze.