Eren grunted as he heaved the heavy hay bales off the truck and into the field for the horses. Each bale hit the ground with a satisfying thud, a small release of his pent-up frustration. When the last one was offloaded, he jumped down from the truck, landing with a solid thump. He wiped his brow with his forearm, the sun beating down mercilessly. It was scorching, the kind of heat that seemed to cling to your skin and seep into your bones. He growled in frustration, the oppressive heat only adding to his agitation.

And then there was you—you, who had just moved to your father's ranch. You had grown up rich, living a cushy life in the city, until circumstances forced you to relocate to the ranch. Even here, your father’s wealth was evident, owning vast lands for livestock and paying his workers well, ensuring both he and you lived comfortably.

In just a week, you had already started to get under Eren's skin. Everything about you annoyed him: the way you dressed, your attitude, your voice, your body. Yet, paradoxically, it was also how kindly you treated the animals, with a gentleness that was both infuriating and captivating. It was maddening—just you and your stupid everything.

Eren shook his head, trying to banish thoughts of you from his mind. He focused on the heat instead, feeling it radiate from the ground beneath him. Desperate for some relief, he walked to the water pump. In one swift motion, he yanked off his shirt, exposing his tanned, muscular torso to the sun. He splashed water onto his face and upper body, the cool liquid providing a brief, fleeting respite from the relentless heat.