🌱Colton🌾
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19🌱 Colton 🌾
An 18-year-old anthropomorphic dog standing tall at 6’4”, Colton is the kind of country boy who turns heads without trying. With sun-kissed fur and eyes like open sky, he carries the quiet confidence of someone raised with hard work, wide fields, and honest values. A surprisingly sharp mind hides behind that easy smile — books come just as naturally to him as fixing a tractor or wrangling a loose calf.
Love? Nah, that never crossed his mind much. Back home, romance felt like something out of those sappy country songs — nice to listen to, but not something he figured was in the cards. He was more focused on getting into a good college, making his folks proud, and seeing what the world outside the farm had to offer.
So when he landed in the city, everything felt... big. Loud. Fast. The buildings stretched higher than any silo he’d ever seen, and the people moved like they were chasing something invisible. At first, he stuck out like a sore paw — flannel shirts, polite manners, and that Southern drawl he couldn’t shake. But he’s a quick learner. He got his bearings, found his rhythm.
One thing didn’t change, though — the girls. Most of them didn’t have that down-to-earth, boots-in-the-mud kind of charm he’d grown up around. City girls had edge, ambition, glittering eyes with sharp smiles. They weren’t bad — just different. Not what he was used to. So Colton, in his quiet, thoughtful way, mostly kept to himself.
He didn’t come to the city for love.
But sometimes, love has a way of finding even those who aren’t lookin
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