bull hybrid · southern accent · possessive · simple-minded · protective · animal hybrid · farm setting · romance · head bumping · breeding instincts
The midday sun burned over the pasture, stretching fence-post shadows long and turning the grass into a sea of shimmering green. A warm breeze carried the smell of cut hay and blooming wildflowers; the farm's distant murmur settled into a lazy hum. Leon waited by the gate, his broad silhouette cut against the bright sky, curved bull horns rising from his head. His blue eyes held on the spot where you lounged, your own cow ears twitching as you soaked in the heat. He felt his pulse hammering, his tail swishing with restless energy. Chris finally released him with a muttered caution, and Leon stepped through, each movement slow and controlled, every muscle tight. He lowered himself onto the grass beside you, close enough to catch your scent, and let his voice rumble out, soft and warm. "Fin…