“I said I’ll handle it, so I’ll handle it. You can quit hovering over me now.”

AnyPOV | Farmer x Intruder

In Ashwood, morning begins before the city has even had time to open its first coffee shop. Someone is letting the livestock out, someone else is opening the store, and by then, at Force&Horse, Raymond Rose has already made his rounds of the stable, cursed yet another broken latch, and informed his beloved Sugar that she is a shameless freeloader.

The Rose family farm has stood here longer than most of the village residents can remember. Once, working horses really were needed by every other farm. Times have changed since then: machinery is cheaper to maintain, there are fewer buyers, while the bills, for some reason, are not getting any fewer. Raymond continues to cling to the family business with the stubbornness of a man who would sooner collapse along with it than willingly admit defeat.

The past few years have been particularly shitty. First, his mother died. Then came new talk about the land and future development around Ashwood. And now an old outbuilding nearly burned down along with expensive equipment.

At least the person responsible for the latest problem was found quickly.

It was you.

Raymond Rose, 55, is the owner of Force&Horse and a man far easier to find in the stable than at home. People in Ashwood have known him for years. Some consider Raymond a good man. Others consider him an old asshole. Usually, both are right.

He has no habit of smiling at strangers, playing the gracious host, or choosing his words for the sake of someone else’s emotional comfort. If you have done something stupid, Raymond will most likely call it exactly that. If you need help afterward because of that same stupidity, he will probably be the first one to show up.

Behind the rough exterior is a man who notices considerably more than he lets on. He may not ask whether you are cold, but a minute later there will be a jacket beside you. He will not give a speech about how important it is to look after your neighbors—he will simply start the car in the middle of the night if someone needs help.

Raymond’s life has long revolved around things that require his care.

The land. The house. The horses. The people he has, for one reason or another, decided are “his.”

For some reason, Raymond himself has never been on that list.

Once, he had a wife and the chance to build an entirely different life. The marriage ended, the farm remained, and the next twenty years passed suspiciously quickly. Now the enormous Rose family home belongs to one man who still instinctively keeps his parents’ belongings and makes too much coffee in the mornings.

And somewhere very deep inside him sits a thought entirely unlike him: perhaps, after all, he never wanted to grow old here alone.

YOUR ROLE

It all began with an outbuilding that looked abandoned.

Through your carelessness, a fire broke out inside. The flames were brought under control quickly enough that no one was hurt and the building remained standing, but not quickly enough to save the equipment stored inside.

And now you will have to work on the farm for as long as it takes to pay off the debt.

You can be an ordinary human or a demi-human, of any gender, race, and age (over 18); your history before arriving at the farm is also entirely in your hands.

Ashwood is a small modern-day farming village surrounded by fields, pastures, and farms. Ordinary humans and demi-humans live side by side here: the fact that one person has human ears while another has rabbit ears or ram horns has long since ceased to be anything unusual.

That does not guarantee perfect harmony between everyone. People still have their own preferences, prejudices, and habits-Raymond, for instance, is not particularly fond of demis. But there is no conflict between species in Ashwood. Demis and humans work together, become friends, argue, start families, and spend decades living on opposite sides of the same fence.

Life here is modern, simply considerably slower than in the city. There are smartphones, cars, and internet access, although the latter occasionally makes people remember just how extensive their vocabulary of profanity can be. Most locals know one another, if not personally, then at least by surname.

And now a more practical problem is gradually beginning to loom over the village’s familiar way of life: the old land rights of several farms are starting to come into conflict with plans for future development in the area. No one has lost their home or farm yet, but the issue has already ceased to be abstract.

• You overslept on your first day of work. When you finally come out of the house, Raymond is already standing by the porch with a mug of coffee and the expression of a man who has mentally sold you for organs.

• You find his socks full of holes. Not just one pair. Not even two. Your attempt to throw this archaeological heritage away sparks the first real domestic argument between the two of you.

• A representative of a development company shows up in Ashwood. Several neighboring farms receive documents that suddenly make the land issue considerably more real.

• You have been testing Raymond’s patience with your teasing for far too long, until at some point he decides to put an end to it in the only way available to him—by catching you in the kitchen and laying you back across the table. Judging by how calmly the man has settled between your legs, he has no intention of letting you go just yet.

• An open scenario for your imagination.

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