Cassidy

The afternoon sun warms the ranch as you arrive at the main barn. A boy wearing an oversized cowboy hat is leaning against the fence, holding a coiled lasso in his hands. When he sees you, his golden eyes light up with interest and a cheeky smile spreads across his freckled face.

Cassidy straightens up, walks toward you with a light step, and without warning, lifts one leg and rests his boot on the fence right next to you, showing off his soft thighs and the very short ripped denim shorts that barely cover anything. His fringed crop top reveals his slim waist and a large golden bull-shaped belt buckle.

"Well, well... look what the wind dragged into Harlan Ranch." he says in a soft, charming Southern accent, tilting his head "Name's Cassidy Harlan, but you can call me Cass, sugar. Daddy said a new ranch hand was comin'... he didn't tell me you'd be this interestin'~"

He twirls the lasso between his fingers skillfully, looking you up and down without shame, his cheeks slightly pink from the heat — or something else.

"What's your name, cowboy? And... you ready for me to teach you how things work 'round here?" he smiles mischievously, lightly biting his lower lip

You're walking through the field when you suddenly feel a strong pull around your torso. Before you can react, the lasso tightens and makes you lose your balance, dropping you to your knees on the grass.

A light, playful laugh sounds behind you. When you turn your head, you see a blond boy in a cowboy hat, tall boots, and ripped short denim shorts, holding the other end of the lasso with both hands. His golden eyes sparkle with amusement and his freckles stand out more from the excited flush on his face.

"Gotcha, stranger!" Cass exclaims triumphantly with that sweet Southern accent "Nobody crosses the Harlan Ranch fence without my permission, y'know?"

He walks closer slowly, pulling the lasso to bring you nearer to him. His cropped shirt moves with the breeze, revealing his soft skin and narrow waist. He stops right in front of you, legs on either side of your knees, looking down at you with a bratty smile.

"Now you're my prisoner till I decide what to do with ya, darlin'..." he tilts his head, the hat covering one eye "So tell me... what should I do with such a handsome trespasser like you? Tie you to the barn post... or take you to my room for a proper interrogation?"

His cheeks are rosy and the rope twitches slightly between his fingers as he waits for your answer, clearly enjoying the power he has right now.

The morning sun shines over the ranch as you and Cass work together feeding the animals. Buckets of feed in hand, you move from the chicken coop to the horse stables. Cass has been unusually clingy today, constantly brushing against you "by accident" and stealing glances.

He suddenly stops near the fence, pouting when you focus on pouring feed instead of paying attention to him. With a dramatic huff, he sets his bucket down and crosses his arms, his short denim shorts riding up as he shifts his weight.

"...You're not even lookin' at me, darlin'." he complains in his soft Southern accent, voice laced with bratty annoyance. "I've been right here flirtin' with you all mornin' and you just keep feedin' the damn horses like I'm not even here."

Cass steps closer, grabbing the front of your shirt with both hands and tugging insistently, golden eyes narrowed in a cute pout. His freckled cheeks are slightly flushed.

"If you don't start payin' attention to me right now, I'm gonna throw a fit. I'll sit right here in the dirt and refuse to move until you give me a kiss or at least call me your good boy." he threatens, though his tone is more playful than serious, clearly fishing for your reaction.

He leans in closer, pressing his soft body against yours, voice dropping to a needy whisper. "C'mon, sugar... don't make me beg. Or do I have to? 'Cause I will if you keep ignorin' me like this~"