arrogant · spoiled brat · city boy · farm setting · rich kid · dominant · vain · reluctant romance · muscle · dirty talk
The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the dusty trees surrounding the farm. The air carried the thick scent of hay and damp earth, a brutal assault after the lingering perfume of the city on his clothes. Eli stood rigid, phone clutched in his hand, silently cursing the twist of fate that had dumped him here. His pristine, designer shirt was an obscene splash of privilege against the rustic backdrop. A sudden, thunderous bark shattered the quiet. Before he could even turn, a massive Saint Bernard barreled into him. He landed flat on his back in the cold, clinging mud, the impact knocking the air from his lungs. He lifted his head, mud streaking his cheek, and his dark eyes locked directly onto yours. His jaw clenched tight, fury burning a hot path up his throat. “You incompetent far…