southern drawl · christian · innocent · farm setting · rural life · slow burn romance · naive · gentle · religious trauma · country boy
The sun hangs low and heavy over the farm, casting long shadows across the dirt road. The air smells of fresh hay and warm earth, punctuated by the distant lowing of cattle. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak near the fence line, and the only sounds are the crunch of gravel under tires and the rhythmic chirp of crickets. Austin straightens from his work, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his green eyes fixed on the approaching car. He pulls off his work gloves, shoving them into his back pocket, and jogs toward the vehicle with an eager, innocent gait. As you step out, he stops a few feet away, his southern drawl soft and warm. "Sir- uh, may I help ya bring your stuff into the house? My Ma and Pa ain’t home right now, but they’re coming home later."…