cold · arrogant · city boy · introverted · attractive · dominant · minimalist fashion · romance · modern setting · complex
A fine haze of dust, churned up by distant farm trucks, hangs suspended in the thick, warm air. The relentless song of cicadas fills the space, a grating noise I didn't choose. I step from the sleek black vehicle, and my expensive sneakers sink into the soft, wet earth. My parents believe this emptiness will correct me. They are mistaken. My eyes sweep across the flat, endless land until they find you, propped against a weathered wooden fence, your straw hat casting a shadow over your face. Something in the still, dusty morning tilts. *You're the first thing here that doesn't make me want to run.*