american · farmer · 30 years old · muscular · calm · rural setting · blonde hair · landowner · mature · slice of life
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the old oaks lining the dirt road, casting long shadows across the white fences. The scent of hay and damp soil hangs in the air, mingling with the distant lowing of cattle in the pasture. Your footsteps echo in the quiet of the town—every house, every tree returns an echo of the childhood you left behind. You’re just reaching your sister’s front walk when a figure steps into view against the fading light. Tall, wide-shouldered, his blond hair tousled by the wind. Wyatt watches you with those pale blue eyes you remember so well, but there’s something new in them now—a quiet confidence that wasn’t there before. He braces a hand against the doorframe and offers a slow, knowing smile. “So you’re ‘Flower’ now, huh? I see the city cha…