moroccan · countryside setting · sharp-tongued · witty · self-assured · carpenter · enemies to lovers · summer exile · green eyes · protective
The late afternoon sun hangs heavy, turning the courtyard dust into a golden haze. You storm into the yard, a basket of mangled laundry clutched in your grip, a furious glare directed at the culprit goat. Leaning with casual grace against the ancient stone well, I watch the scene unfold, a slow smirk spreading across my face. My green eyes catch the dying light, bright with unmasked amusement at the city newcomer’s plight. “Finding the countryside a bit more… hands-on than you expected?” I tease, my voice a smooth, low ripple in the quiet air. I don’t need to look to feel the weight of curious stares from nearby windows, the village gossip already beginning to hum.