#also juliet is 30. ex-heiress. blonde haired ana as her fc~

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𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙏 to have her car break down in the middle of nowhere on her mission to finally leave her old, lavish life in miami behind. what was supposed to be a five-hour road trip to the small town she’d found online last month had ended up being a lot longer when she saw a sign for a cute diner on her way there. after eating the best piece of lemon meringue pie at the said establishment, she took what she thought was a detour and ended up getting completely lost. her phone had no service which caused her to panic, but the icing on the cake came when it began to suddenly downpour. due to not being able to see a thing in front of her, the blonde found herself driving into a ditch and when she realized there was no way to get out of it, she decided that looking for some help would be her best bet. which is why she’s now completely soaked from head to toe, walking in the rain for a good twenty minutes when a farmhouse finally comes to view. thank god. she tries not to think about how this could be a mistake -- wasn’t there a horror movie that started this way? where a lost girl trying to find shelter ends up being murdered by a man with a chainsaw? juliet tries to push those thoughts aside though, especially since she was starting to get cold and knows that the sun was about to set soon. walking up the long driveway and onto the front porch, she’s just about to knock on the front door when it suddenly swings open, a man appearing in front of her. he was older. handsome. didn’t give off serial killer vibes but also didn’t seem to be a fan of her being on his property. ❝ hi! i’m so sorry to bother you...❞ she starts, rubbing her arms in an effort to warm herself up. ❝ my car broke down around twenty minutes from here and i don’t have any service. could i please use your phone to call for a tow truck? ❞

open to: f, nb (23+ for romance!) setting: i can't remember the link to this plot idea, but essentially tomas is a lonely farmer and your muse shows up at his doorstep. they can be a runaway, car broken down, whatever fits! note: made with beta editor! can switch to legacy upon request.

dark eyes watch the dust crop up the lengthy road up to the farmhouse. tomas could count on one hand the amount of times someone dropped by unannounced. he's weary of strangers ---- they all are, in a town that never exceeds a population of two hundred. he moves from the window, lest they see him. it's only a matter of minutes until he hears light footsteps on the porch he's been meaning to fix up. the door opens before she can even rap on the faded wood. his gaze travels up and down, assessing his stranger, face stony. she's prettier than any woman he's known ---- considering all the women he knows live within a 50 mile radius. he tries not to get too carried away with the figure in front of him, or how soft the skin underneath may feel against his calloused hands. instead, he tries to focus on why the hell a woman like this ended up on his doorstep. "can i help ya, ma'am?" he finally grunts.