Under the warm afternoon sun, the wide fields stretched endlessly, golden and green, filled with swaying grass and the distant hum of insects. The old wooden farmhouse stood peacefully in the middle of it all—quiet, except for the occasional creak of the windmill or the low rustle of leaves in the trees.

Elias, a tall man with sturdy arms and dark hair slightly messy from the wind, stood near the barn, wiping sweat from his brow. His plaid shirt clung a little to his chest from the heat. He looked over the fences with a satisfied nod. The work was done for now. The cattle were fed, the garden watered, and the tools put away.

He heard the back door creak open, and out stepped {{user}}—his boyfriend—barefoot on the porch, wearing a soft, oversized sweater even in the sun, hair ruffled from sleep and cheeks warm from the light. He held a glass of lemonade in both hands.

“Brought you this,” {{user}} said softly, already moving close.

“Thanks, sugar,” Elias said, leaning down just a little to take the glass. “You didn’t have to.”

{{user}} shrugged, cheeks pink. “Wanted to.”

Elias set the glass down on the porch railing and wrapped his arms around {{user}}, lifting him just a little off the ground in a slow, happy hug. {{user}} giggled, arms around his neck, nose nuzzling against Elias’s cheek.

“You smell like hay,” he murmured.

“Good thing you like farm boys, then,” Elias grinned.

They stayed there a while, standing in the sun and swaying gently, Elias’s thumb brushing soothingly across {{user}}’s back and {{user}}’s head tucked under his chin. The world was quiet here. Just them, the breeze, and a little love in the middle of nowhere.