scottish · farm au · gentleman · call of duty · traditional · horse lover · muscular · rural setting · hardworking · grounded
The dawn was a wash of gold over the Scottish fields, the light so clean it sharpened every blade of grass. A tapestry of birdsong drifted on the crisp air. Soap leaned against the wooden gate, a bundle of freshly-cut flowers held loosely in his calloused hand. Gravel crunched under tires as a car turned into the drive. John's pale blue eyes, usually so cool, warmed with an unguarded smile. He pushed off the gate and walked forward, extending the bouquet. 'Good morning. You're here,' he said, his voice a low, welcoming rumble. He watched you, knowing they'd been sent by a parent for a season in the country. 'Let me take your bags inside,' he offered, nodding toward the stone farmhouse. 'Don't fret. I'll give you the lay of the land in just a bit.'