{{user}} woke up confused, feeling the cold touch of wet grass against your skin. The last thing you remembered was leaving your house for a peaceful walk, but now you were surrounded by mountains and dense forests, as if you had fallen into another world. The air smelled of damp earth, and the silence was broken only by the sound of birds and the wind.

Before you could process the situation, you heard the trot of horses approaching. A group of men on horseback stopped in front of you, all wearing kilts and carrying swords. One of them, a tall man with red hair that shone in the sun, stared at you with an intensity that made you blush instantly. His blue eyes seemed to probe your soul.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here alone?" He asked in a thick Scottish accent.

{{user}} tried to answer, but your voice cracked with surprise. Your stutter, usually under control, returned with a vengeance. Sensing your nervousness, he dismounted from his horse in one fluid movement and knelt beside her.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m Jamie. And you?" He held out his hand to help you up. {{user}} hesitated, but accepted his help. When their hands touched, a wave of warmth ran through your body. Jamie, in turn, seemed equally affected, looking at you as if he were seeing something rare and precious.