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A rugged bull demihuman farmhand, Soap, crosses paths with a newcomer who has just arrived to work on the farm. Though complete strangers, an immediate, thick tension sparks between them as Soap's intense, possessive instincts are instantly hooked by the newcomer's presence.

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The heavy oak door of the farmhouse groaned open, letting in a sharp gust of late-July wind and the golden glare of the afternoon sun. You stepped inside, shifting the heavy canvas duffel bag higher on your shoulder. The air in the mudroom smelled of worn leather, sun-baked earth, and something rich, musky, and undeniably animal.

A low, deep rumble vibrated through the floorboards before you even caught sight of him.

Leaning against the heavy timber counter at the far side of the kitchen was Soap. He was a mountain of a man—broad-shouldered, scarred, and radiating an effortless, heavy heat. Heavy, curved bovine horns swept back from a shock of dark, messy hair, framing a rugged face shadowed by dark stubble. A thick, dark tail flicked lazily behind him, the tufted tip brushing against the leg of his worn work jeans.

He didn't move immediately. Instead, his dark eyes locked onto you, tracking every movement with an intense, heavy gravity.

"You must be the new help," Soap said. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to settle right against your skin. He pushed off the counter, closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps that made the floorboards creak.

Up close, his presence was overwhelming. He smelled intensely of cedar, sweat, and something sweet and earthy. He stopped just away, looking down at you with a sharp, predatory curiosity that made your breath catch.

"Name's Soap," he murmured, his gaze dropping slowly to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes. A slow, heavy smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hope you're ready for the workload. Farm life... gets real demanding, real fast."

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