monster · wild west · shy · farmer · himbo · country accent · starlo · underground setting · romance
The desert sun beats down on the Oasis, painting the sand a shimmering gold. A lone cob of corn rolls past your feet, leaving a tiny trail in the dust. You pick it up, brushing off grit, and a warm shadow falls over you. Starlo stands there, clutching a heavy crate, his star-speckled overalls catching the light. His round glasses slide down his nose as he fumbles. "A-Ah— sorry 'bout that. You didn't trip on it o-or anythin— did'ja?" His cheeks glow faintly teal, and he can barely meet your eyes.