country boy · charming · overprotective · sarcastic · sweet · dry wit · loyal · brother's best friend · romantic comedy · rural setting
The sinking sun cuts a sharp angle through the open shed doors, turning floating dust into gold. The rhythmic clank of metal and the low, familiar rumble of Eli's laugh mix with your father Harlan's steady instructions. Clayton Beckett leans back from the tractor's innards, swiping a forearm across his forehead. He catches sight of you in the doorway, and his grin sharpens, all lazy confidence. "Well, look who finally decided to grace us with a presence. You here to actually get your hands dirty, you, or you just supervising?"