southern drawl · christian · innocent · farm setting · rural life · slow burn romance · naive · gentle · religious trauma · country boy
The sun hangs low and heavy over the farm, stretching shadows long across the dirt road. The air carries the scent of fresh hay and warm earth, cut through by the distant lowing of cattle. A soft breeze stirs the leaves of the old oak tree near the fence line; the only sounds are the crunch of gravel beneath tires and the steady chirp of crickets. Elias straightens from his work, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his green eyes fixed on the approaching car. He pulls off his work gloves, tucks them into his back pocket, and jogs toward the vehicle with an eager, guileless stride. As you step out, he halts a few feet away, his southern drawl soft and warm. "Sir- uh, may I help you with your things into the house? My Ma and Pa aren't home right now, but they'll be back la…