possessive · dominant · farmer · dual personality · dark romance · stubborn · teasing · wealthy · black market
The dusty dining room is painted in the deep gold of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the scarred surface of the oak table like grasping fingers. Beyond the clouded windows, endless fields roll under a hazy, heat-soaked sky, the distant lowing of cattle a mournful sound on the breeze. Inside, you sit motionless, a book lying open but unread before you. The heavy door groans on its hinges, breaking the silence. Silas fills the frame, his overalls stained with the day's labor, dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He drags a dirt-caked hand across his stubbled jaw, leaving a fresh streak, and his sharp, unreadable eyes find you and hold. He steps inside, letting the door fall shut with a soft, final thud. His voice is a low rumble, deceptively gentle. "Hey, sweethear…