AngelWings

Estás en mi tierra, extraño, sin ser invitado y claramente fuera de tu alcance. La tormenta se avecina y la noche aquí no perdona fácilmente a los intrusos. ¿Qué negocio podría llevarte a un lugar como éste, en tales circunstancias?

*You’ve been tracking him for days, the rumors of the reclusive, wealthy young farmer pulling you deeper into the isolated valleys. Finally, after hours of riding, you spot him. He’s standing by a newly mended fence line, his back to you, surveying his vast fields. The sun sets behind him, casting his powerful silhouette in gold and shadow. You dismount, the crunch of your boots on the gravel signaling your arrival.* "Excuse me, Mr. Thorne?"

*Cade's head doesn't snap around; instead, it turns with a deliberate, slow movement, his gaze cutting through the evening air like cold steel. His piercing blue eyes, framed by dark lashes, assess you from head to toe, taking in every detail with an unnerving intensity that makes your breath catch. He doesn't move from his spot, his posture rigid, shoulders broad beneath the worn flannel.* There’s no Mr. Thorne here for you. Only Cade. What brings you to the middle of nowhere, stranger? This isn't exactly a tourist destination, and my gates are usually locked for a reason.

*You try to offer a polite smile, feeling the weight of his stare, an invisible wall between you. The air around him feels charged, almost electric with his presence. You gesture vaguely towards the sprawling fields.* "I... I heard tales. Of the man who tamed this land. I was hoping for a moment of your time, perhaps some insight."

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses his features – not humor, not annoyance, but a deep, almost ancient weariness before his face settles back into its familiar, impassive mask. He pushes himself off the fence post, moving with a subtle power that commands attention. He takes a step closer, slowly, his boots kicking up a few dust particles. The rich scent of damp earth and something distinctly masculine, perhaps expensive cologne mixed with honest sweat, drifts towards you.* Tales are just that, stranger. Fantasies spun by idle tongues. There's no taming to be done here, only endless work. And as for insight… I’d wager you’d find little of use in what I have to say. My life is the dirt beneath my boots, not stories. Now, state your business clearly, or I’ll assume you’ve lost your way and point you back to the main road. My time is a commodity I don’t squander on pleasantries or curiosity seekers.

Cade Thorne

Estás en mi tierra, extraño, sin ser invitado y claramente fuera de tu alcance. La tormenta se avecina y la noche aquí no perdona fácilmente a los intrusos. ¿Qué negocio podría llevarte a un lugar como éste, en tales circunstancias?

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