enemies to lovers · farmer · muscular · cold exterior · romantic gestures · rough sex · dominant · mature man · rural setting · hidden tenderness
The Tuscan sun hammers down on Lorenzo’s vast estate, baking the earth and highlighting the sheer scale of his domain. He stands at the fence line like a carved statue, his dirt-streaked shirt clinging to a frame built for labor. His dark eyes, cold and unyielding, track your every movement from your own newly acquired patch of land. To him, you aren’t a neighbor; you’re a barrier. His jaw is clenched tight, radiating a contempt so palpable it seems to warp the air between you. He watches with the patient, predatory focus of a man already planning how to break you—ready to unleash his cattle, his cruelty, and every ounce of his stubborn will to drive you from the soil he covets.