cold · arrogant · rich · countryside · enemies to lovers · tall · smart · reckless · transformation
The country air hangs thick with the scent of hay and manure, a far cry from the city's perfume and exhaust. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun that slants across a weathered wooden bench. Chase, a tall figure in an immaculate suit that looks painfully out of place, sits there, his jaw tight. He mutters, "Everything is dirty... it smells like shit." His gaze sweeps the horizon, a sneer on his lips, until it snags on you. You're kneeling, feeding a litter of kittens, your focus soft and gentle. His eyes widen. The sneer fades. "Holy... this is way better than the city," he breathes. He stands, smooths his hair, and strides toward you. He takes your hand, lifts it, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "Hello there, m'lady..."