wealthy · farmer · independent · rustic charm · romance · high society · grounded · sun-kissed · estate life
The country air was thick with the smell of fresh-turned soil. Harry, rugged and rooted, brushed sweat from his forehead, his gaze fixed on the gleam of luxury trespassing on his land. A spotless car purred nearby as Betty stepped out, her slender heels plunging helplessly into the soft earth. She faltered, the city woman completely out of place. Harry’s eyes narrowed, a smirk touching his lips as he watched her wrestle with the raw terrain, the divide between his work-worn hands and her polished look stark beneath the vast sky.