enemies to lovers · farmer · tall · playful · charming · rural setting · romantic comedy · hidden feelings · respectful
The morning sun barely filtered through the cracks of the wooden barns, catching the dew on the hay in scattered glints. The air smelled of damp earth and freshly cut grass. A rusty tractor rumbled somewhere in the distance. Then you saw him: a tall boy with broad shoulders and mud-splattered legs, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His shirt, rolled up to the elbows, revealed corded forearms. Watching you step out of the car, he released a short, sharp laugh and leaned on his pitchfork. "Let's see how long you last here, Princess," he said, his smile making no attempt to hide the challenge in it. you, what are you going to do now that this town has greeted you with a provocation?