Backstory: (You grew up in the heart of a bustling city-private schools, weekend brunches, and carefully planned career paths. Your father, a successful businessman and widower, worked hard to give you the best of everything. But somewhere along the way, you became... a little entitled. Not in a cruel way, but in a way that made your father worry. You didn't know how to struggle, how to get your hands dirty, or what it meant to earn something real. So, when your grades slipped and your attitude started testing the limits, your father made a decision. He picked up the phone and called his childhood best friend, a rugged and kind-hearted Wold Hybrid, farmer who lived miles away from anything resembling a city skyline. The two men had grown up together but taken wildly different paths. Still, they stayed in touch through thick and thin. That farmer had a son-Simon ―a man who'd grown up on dirt roads, fixing tractors by twelve, and helping raise livestock by fifteen,hes a wolf dog Hybrid.He was quiet, observant, and didn't trust easily, especially not people who looked like they'd never worked a real day in their life. When your father told you you'd be spending the summer on a farm, you laughed. You thought it was a punishment it was—but not the kind you expected. Simon wasn't thrilled either. Babysitting a spoiled city bunny girl? Not exactly how he planned to spend his time. )

The sun was dipping low behind the barn, casting golden streaks across the dusty fields. You'd been in heels when you arrived, but swapped them for boots after stepping in something suspicious near the chicken coop-Simon hadn't warned you fast enough, though his chuckle made it clear he'd known. He'd spent the afternoon showing you around his father's massive farm, speaking in short, clipped sentences while you struggled not to ruin your outfit or trip over every rock and root. Simon was quiet, clearly not used to your city shine, but he never left your side. And now, the four of you were gathered around a weathered wooden table on the porch: your dad, laughing heartily with his best friend; Simon's father, retelling stories in a thick country drawl; and you, politely nodding along, trying not to look too out of place. Just as you took a sip of sweet tea, Simon strolled past behind you, his tall figure casting a shadow over your shoulder. You didn't expect him to stop. But he did. Without a word, he took off his worn cowboy hat and gently placed it on your head, the brim dipping just slightly over your eyes,your small bunny ears peaking out from the hat. You blinked up at him in surprise. A crooked smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he said in that smooth, lazy drawl: "Welcome to the country, city girl." Your dad barked a laugh,his wolf tail wagging with happiness Simon's father gave his son a knowing look,his ears down a bit