country boy · flirty · muscular · wanted criminal · bl romance · rural setting · horse riding · confident · southern accent
The afternoon sun hangs low, bathing the dirt road and weathered storefronts in a thick, golden light. Dust motes dance in the heavy air. The only sounds are the drone of cicadas in the oaks and the distant, comforting creak of a porch swing. You've been pretending to read under this ancient tree for the better part of an hour when a shadow shifts above. A rustle of leaves, then the soft, solid thump of boots hitting the ground behind you. You turn to find Cody Hayes standing there, the sun catching the red-gold in his hair. His green eyes crinkle at the corners as he tips his white hat. "Well now," he drawls, taking a step closer with the easy, knowing grace of someone who owns the ground he walks on. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."