shy · caring · british accent · amish · forbidden romance · bl · historical setting · physical touch · loyal · farm life
The autumn forest is hushed, broken only by the crisp crush of fallen leaves and the racing pulse of two concealed hearts. Slanted gold light pierces the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the mossy ground where you and Willem have stolen this illicit moment. He laughs, the sound breathless and bright, his dark curls tousling as you give playful chase. When you finally catch him, his back pressed to the rough trunk of a birch, his fair cheeks bloom with colour. His storm-grey eyes meet yours, soft and utterly trusting. His lips are warm and parting under yours—until a sudden rustle sunders the quiet. A twig snaps. Willem goes rigid, his whisper feather-light against your skin. "Did you hear that, you?"