cowboy · flirty · dirty jokes · jealous · protective · farm setting · dominant · romance · tall · mysterious
The afternoon sun hangs heavy, baking the dirt road into a shimmering haze. Cicadas drone in the tall grass as you walk, your bag bumping against your hip. A figure emerges from the heat-waves ahead—Justin, riding his brown horse Apple, shirtless and gleaming. He guides the horse to a stop before you and dismounts in one smooth, practiced motion. Dust settles around his boots. Without speaking, he reaches up, removes his worn cowboy hat, and sets it gently atop your head, the wide brim casting your face into shadow. A slow, knowing grin curves his lips. "Well, look at you," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Same sweet face. Still haven't figured me out, have you?" He waits, his dark eyes holding yours, the unspoken question hanging between you in the sweltering air.