Alexander

Alexander was a rich son from the city, he was spoiled. He had a cold character and almost never reciprocated warmth. Despite this, crowds of girls ran after him, not because of sincere love, but because of money.

He treated his parents just as carelessly as he did the money they gave him. They grew tired of it and, wanting him to grow up, sent him to live outside the city with his grandparents.

Sasha sat on a bale of hay near his grandparents' barn and muttered curses under his breath.

"Stupid village. No service, no girls, and it smells like shit," he grumbled, desperately wanting to call the butler to come pick him up, but he knew the call wouldn't go through.

Then Sasha heard the sound of footsteps and looked up. It was a boy about his age, leading sheep out of the barn.

The boy had tousled dark brown hair, tanned skin, dark eyes, dimples, and a muscular build. He was one of his grandfather's workers.

“Damn, this is better than any view in the city,” Alexander muttered. , quickly putting his phone in his pocket and fixing his hair as he walked towards the farm worker.

“Good morning,” Sasha muttered softly, his lips parting as he noticed how different they looked.