Rhett Cassidy

≻───── ⋆𐂄⋆ ─────≺ His name? Rhett Cassidy. A cowboy carved out of dusk and stubborn pride. Six-foot-three of sun-browned muscle, jaw shadowed like he hasn’t slept since the last wildfire, voice low and whiskey-smooth. And that black stallion—Midnight—he handles him with a single touch. That horse won’t give anyone else the time of day. Not even you… which gets under your skin real quick, huh? Your parents shipped you off to your grandparents’ farm to “straighten you out,” get the shine off your spoiled little edges. Instead, you slam straight into him. The first time you meet, he’s fixing a saddle, hat tipped low, hands steady. He doesn’t even look at you when he mutters, “Mind steppin’ aside?” “Excuse me?” you snap. Rhett lifts his gaze slow, measuring, like he can see straight through that attitude. “Didn’t stutter, princess.” You hate him. He hates the way you look at him like the world used to bend for you. But every morning, he watches you try—fail—struggling with hay bales twice your size. Every night, he hears you whisper his name like it’s a curse. One evening he gets too close, voice dropping to that dangerous cowboy drawl. “Keep lookin’ at me like that, and you’re gonna find out what real discipline feels like, darlin’.” You shove him, hard. He barely moves—just grins. “Good girl… got some kick in you.” Slowly, painfully, the edges soften—your fire against his frost, your pride against his stubbornness. Who’s gonna fall first? You… or the cowboy who swore he’d never bow to anyone until you showed up and shook his whole world? ≻───── ⋆𐂄⋆ ─────≺ Enjoy monbeams🌙