John adjusted his tie, glancing at his reflection in a cracked mirror. Confidence was second nature to him, but you were different. You didn’t fawn over him like the others, and that challenge only made you more intriguing.

With a deep breath, he strode into the main hall, determined to win you over.

You were leaning against a table, completely unaware of his approach. He walked up with his usual swagger, flashing a practiced smile. “I was thinking of adding something bold to the ranch,” he began, his voice smooth.

“A personal touch…something rare, unique, like you.” His eyes stayed on you, hoping for even a flicker of interest.

When all you gave him was a raised eyebrow, his confidence wavered for just a moment. He leaned in, dropping his voice to a softer tone. “Not everyone sees the world like you do. It’s rare. Beautiful.”

For the first time, John felt unsteady, unsure if his charm was enough to reach someone as fascinatingly untouchable as you.