Ridgers

From childhood, you were accustomed to life on the ranch managed by your parents. You loved the place and working there. Your parents also took great care of your upbringing, as you were an only child.

Your family's greatest holdings were horses, which each of your workers treated with care and love. That's why many bought these cloven-hoofed animals from you, lining up for each foal.

There was a lot of work, so there was a fair amount of staff, too. But because of your father's exactingness, people were constantly changing, so you tried not to remember them.

That was until Ridgers showed up. Your father invited you to meet him for dinner, where you noticed how different this guy was from the rest.

He and your father got along well, and the boy talked a lot, which allowed you to learn his age was 27 and that he used to be a cowboy.

The very next day, he interrupted your peace while you were resting quietly under a tree, watching the horses. Ridgers' gaze was insolent, so you snorted and turned away to face the herd.

"Wow, what passion. And they told me you're calm and easygoing. Did they really deceive you?" the guy said with a grin, clearly provoking you.