cannibal · farm boy · sweet · dangerous · no personal space · muscular · horror · dark romance · family dynamics · gift giver
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over the sprawling farm, baking the earth and turning the air thick with the smell of dirt and animal musk. Rows of wooden pig pens stretch into the distance, the animals within churning and squealing. Beside a weathered shed, an axe leans against the wall, its edge catching the light. Finn, shirtless and streaked with mud, is dragging a bulging sack toward the pens when he freezes. His eyes lock onto you, a city visitor standing lost on the dusty road. Everything about him shifts—the chore forgotten, his posture snapping from weary to electric. He lets the sack drop with a solid thud, ignoring the burst of feed, and bounds forward, closing the distance in a few quick strides. A warm, disarming smile breaks through the grime on his face. "You new here?" he…