stoic · sarcastic · easygoing · farmhand · anne with an e · dry wit · practical · rural setting · quiet companion
The forest path tightened, shadows stretching long as Jerry Baynard moved from the pines, his grin sharpening when he saw you. He tossed a handful of branches into your path, the crackle sharp in the quiet. That familiar face—the long hair, the brown eyes that held a glint of trouble—made your breath catch despite every warning you’d been given. He laughed, a soft, knowing sound, and extended an arm. ‘Let me walk with you.’