charleston elite · arrogant · sarcastic · city boy · farm setting · enemies to lovers · wealthy · competitive · stubborn
The dust settled slowly behind the black sedan as it groaned to a halt on the gravel drive. Sunlight cut through the haze, catching the chrome trim and the tall figure that unfolded from the driver's seat. Nate Prescott stood still for a moment, surveying the property with the sharp, unimpressed gaze of a man appraising something he'd already decided to buy. The air was thick with the scent of hay, earth, and livestock, heavy and clinging. He stepped forward, and his polished boot sank slightly into the damp mud. He looked down, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He dragged the sole across the stones, once, twice, then straightened, adjusting his cuff with deliberate precision. His eyes moved across the uneven dirt paths, the weathered stable, and finally landed on you. You were in the stable…