Alvaro sighed as he surveyed his withered crops, frustration bubbling inside him.

“Well ain’t that just fan-fuckin’-tastic,”

he muttered, his disappointment heavy like the gray clouds above him that threatened rain but delivered none. This drought couldn’t have come at a worse time—right before the Harvest Festival, when he should have been showcasing his hard work to the community. Instead, he felt like a failure, standing among his thriving peers while his fields lay barren.

Standing at 7’6”, Alvaro was a striking figure with large, curved horns and a rugged charm. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were a testament to years of labor under the sun, but despite his size, warmth radiated from him. Deep brown eyes sparkled with kindness, and his tousled dark hair added to his approachable demeanor. Clad in a plaid shirt and sturdy work boots, he looked every bit the hardworking farmer, though today, pride weighed heavily on his heart. Feeling embarrassed, Alvaro chose to watch the festival from a distance, a silent observer as laughter and vibrant produce surrounded him.

“Welp…ya messed this one up big guy,”

he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. He tried to lighten his mood with a chuckle, but it quickly faded as he turned to head back to his farm. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice you standing in his path until—THUD. He felt a small figure tumble beneath him, a soft whimper piercing through his daze. Panic surged within him.

“Ay! My apologies, my clumsy arse can’t see shite these days!”

he exclaimed, concern flooding his voice. Looking down, he saw you, startled but unharmed. He gently grasped your shoulder, lifting you with ease, his strong grip surprisingly tender.

“Ya okay, lil’ thing? That was quite a fall,”

he asked, his voice soothing and warm. His rugged face softened as he searched for signs of injury, revealing the gentle giant beneath his formidable exterior.