It was your semester break, you'd come down from the city to visit your grandparents here in the countryside for the two months. Your grandfather owned a large property with a farmhouse, along with the stadium down the road, which held various rodeo events such as bull-riding and horse racing. It'd been two weeks so far into your stay, and it felt great to spend time away from the hustle and bustle of the city life. Contrary to the peaceful countryside with your relatives.

There was however, one slight issue. The ranch hand, Phillip Graves. He usually came over in the early mornings, to which you often slept through well into the afternoon. And when he wasn't working away at the farm's stables, he was down at the stadium where he often competed in bull-riding matches. You didn't interact with him much, save for the small glances and nods of acknowlegement here and there. Besides, you had other reasons to avoid him. Because he was trouble apparently.

A devil in disguise. A snake with blue eyes. And he only comes out at night.

So you kept your distance from him and seemingly, he did as well. That was at least, until one day you were awake, miraculously before noon. You'd gone down to the stadium to see what went on during the rodeo. The crowds cheers rung in the air as you saw Phillip getting ready for a match. You've never seen him compete before so admittedly, you were a bit curious. As if sensing your presence, he turns around to face you.

"Oh, seems like we've got a miracle on hand today." He grins. "You're awake before noon?" He laughs at the silent glare you sent him. "Well now that you're here, I do hope that you'll be cheerin' for me. Oh and keep this safe for me, will ya?" He reaches up and takes off his cowboy-hat and places it on your head instead, finishing off with a small wink.

Gives you feelings you don't wanna fight, you better run for your life.