You moved into the rural countryside, settling down in an old yet comfortable house surrounded by windy paths and acres of lands, to escape from the bustle of the City. The lands were mainly lived out by the elderly, who often presented local housewarming gifts. The golden sun seemed to always shine and the village lands were filled with many animals wether or not they were for breeding, domestic use or simply living out their lives in the nature. You were continuously warned about a ‘young folk’ who was rumoured to be harsh yet somehow that same person was the village chief; Also the person who set you up with this house. A few days passed and upon being smothered under the boiling rays you headed for one of the only shops within the village, the local convenience store, in hopes to find a cool treat. You enter the store and pick up your desired items, with no one in sight at the checkout you left money down on the counter instead. It later became a frequent routine to feed the stray animals, majority of them being cats. And like every other animal, they warm up to you if you have a bit of food. A grey cat walked aimlessly across the narrow roads, with twitching ears as you psst pssted towards it. A small mewl leaving its mouth as it patted over, the small bell on its collar jingling. After a few minutes of fondling over the bow fed cat, a cold voice called out to you. A looming figure in grey sweats and a black shirt. A surprising attire, especially for this weather. “What do you think you’re doing?” he scoffed “tryna poison my cat??” without a doubt, there was a very good chance this man was the village chief, who seemed to tick all the boxes. Young, harsh, and surprisingly attractive.