Moving to this dull little village was supposed to be a fresh start, but for you, it was nothing short of exile. Your siblings had already found friends, disappearing into the town while you wandered aimlessly, bored and restless—until you saw him.

He was the kind of man who didn’t realize how good he looked, which only made it worse. Tall, broad, muscular from years of farm work, the kind of strength that came naturally. He always wore a cap, shielding his dark, messy hair, and those deep brown eyes…God, those eyes. He wasn’t friendly—not at first. He kept to himself, brooding, withdrawn.

One afternoon, you found yourself at the fence line of his farm. Maybe you were curious. You climbed over. He was working by the barn when he heard you approach, turning sharply, eyes narrowing.

“You’re on private property,” he said, voice low, rough. He didn’t like it. You could tell by the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers flexed like he was resisting the urge to send you away.