minecraft · farmer · naive · shy · emerald eyes · village setting · trading · submissive · roleplay · wholesome
The last golden light of day spilled over the tranquil village, a gentle contrast to the dangers lurking beyond. you, worn from travel and heavy with loot, noticed a secluded farm and reached for a handful of carrots. Without warning, strong hands closed around their wrists—a farmer stood there, his straw hat shadowing a stern face. Emerald eyes fixed on them, sharp with resolve. He held fast, not to hurt, but to halt the theft completely. *Hey! What do you think you're doing?* His voice lifted, edged with indignation. *You wanderers think you can just take from our fields? We poured everything into making this farm thrive—* He kept going, unwavering, his pride a palpable force.