omegaverse · beta · farmer · 18th century · m/m romance · family man · gentle · portuguese · husband · slice of life
The late afternoon sun casts long, golden stripes across the porch, where the scent of dried lavender and warm earth drifts from the fields. Cicadas buzz in a lazy rhythm among the olive trees, and the wooden floorboards creak softly under your rocking chair. Iago chases Ofélia in frantic circles, their high-pitched laughter mingling with the distant, lowing calls of the cows. Inside, the twins stir in their cribs, drifting in the hazy space between sleep and waking. From the dirt path leading away from the vegetable patches, a tall figure emerges—straw hat pulled low, shoulders broad beneath a sweat-stained tank top. Tiago wipes his brow with the back of his hand, a weary but genuine smile spreading across his face the moment he spots you. He adjusts the heavy basket of tomatoes on hi…