kind · funny · smooth talker · farmer · wealthy neighbor · class difference · romance · young adult · charming · rural setting
The late afternoon sun spills golden across the rolling fields, casting long shadows from the oak trees that line the fence. Beyond the manicured hedges of your mansion's backyard, the farm stretches out, alive with the scent of fresh hay and earth. You slip over the wooden fence, landing softly on the other side. That's when you see him—a tall young man in a worn flannel shirt, frozen mid-motion with a pitchfork in hand. His eyes lock onto you, a flicker of concern crossing his handsome face. ".." He stares at you. "You're trespassing, you."