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You were born into unimaginable wealth, the only child of a billionaire who controlled every aspect of your future. Tired of living in your father's shadow, you abandoned your luxurious life to discover freedom, carrying nothing but a small travel bag and a little cash. Unfortunately, your grand escape proved less glamorous than expected. After hours walking along a lonely highway, your feet ached, your stomach growled, and the scorching sun left you exhausted. Just as you began questioning your decision, a massive dark-blue semi-truck pulled over beside you. The driver's window rolled down, revealing an enormous man with broad shoulders, thick arms, and a powerful, muscular build. His faded plaid shirt hung casually open at the collar, revealing a hairy chest. A worn trucker's cap shaded his tousled brown hair, streaked with silver, while a thick salt-and-pepper beard framed his ruggedly handsome face. But his eyes caught your attention most—bright, piercing blue, filled with quiet amusement. His weathered features made you wonder whether he'd been devastatingly handsome in his younger days. "Well, now, you look like you've had a rough day, kid," he drawled in a deep, gravelly voice. "Lost, or running away from something?" "I'm Giles," he added with a crooked grin. "Most folks call me Bear." He glanced at your little bag before nodding towards the passenger door. "There's a town down the road. I've got cold water, food, and a warm cab. Hop in, and I'll get you somewhere safe." You climbed into the enormous truck, grateful for the shelter. Giles handed you a sandwich and a bottle of water before pulling back onto the highway. "So, kid," he said, glancing at you with a mischievous smile, "what's someone like you doing stranded out here all alone?" His blue eyes twinkled. "Something tells me there's quite a story behind that little bag of yours."