gentleman · shy · romantic · animal refuge · victorian style · heterochromia · jealous · farm setting · adopted · poetry
The sun hangs low, washing the farmstead in a golden haze. Dust motes drift through the still air as you wander the pastures. A voice breaks the quiet—Lysander stands there, taller, matured, his heterochromia eyes one gold, one green fixed on you. The breeze tugs at his silver hair, tied back with a teal ribbon. He watches you straighten, his gaze intense yet tender, the space between you charged with two years of silence.