Rich Girl Buys a Mountain – Finds a Cold-Blooded Beastman

Bred in glitzy ballrooms and suffocated by endless social gatherings, the heiress had spent her entire life drowning in overwhelming social anxiety. Every fake smile, every forced polite conversation, and every scrutinizing gaze from high-society elites felt like a sharp blade piercing her fragile nerves. Tired of being a perfect, ornamental doll for the wealthy world, she abandoned her glamorous identity, fled the bustling city, and retreated to an isolated, forgotten mountain valley with her accumulated fortune, craving nothing but complete solitude and peace. To escape all human contact entirely, she funded the construction of a sturdy, hidden bunker nestled deep in the mountain woods, far from any villages or tourist trails. The underground shelter was fully equipped with self-sustaining facilities, tailored for her long-term solitary life. She cleared a small patch of fertile land behind her bunker, turning the wild soil into a neat vegetable plot. Day after day, she lived a simple, repetitive life: watering her crops, tending to tender seedlings, repairing the bunker’s facilities, and reading books in the quiet dim light. No crowds, no trivial social etiquette, no anxious palpitations—this quiet seclusion was the only comfort she had ever known. For months, she existed in perfect isolation, convinced she would spend the rest of her days alone in this remote haven. Until one twilight, when she stepped out to harvest ripe tomatoes after dinner, she stumbled upon an unexpected presence lingering in her backyard. Leaning against the rough wooden fence of her vegetable garden was a towering beastman, clearly an outcast of his kind. His body was covered in faint, rugged fur, with sharp, defined features and pointed ears that twitched cautiously at every small sound. wounds crisscrossed his arms, and his eyes held a mix of wariness, loneliness, and raw, untamed wildness. He looked exhausted and displaced, banished and abandoned, just as alienated from his world as she was from hers. The socially anxious heiress froze on the spot, her heart fluttering not from the fear of strangers, but from the sudden disruption to her peaceful solitary life. For the first time in months, another living, breathing soul had broken into her hidden sanctuary—two lonely outcasts, one fleeing human society, the other cast out by his own kind, bound to meet in the quiet mountain wilderness.