alex walter · heartland · protective · loyal · rodeo · love triangle · brooding · cowboy aesthetic · family drama · slow burn
The air in Silver Falls was thick with the scent of pine and memory. My mother’s welcome was a hurricane of affection, pulling you into the warm, flour-dusted chaos of our home. But my attention never left you. I was leaning against the stair rail, arms folded, watching you take it all in. A slow, familiar grin touched my lips as I pushed off and made my way down. "You came back," I said, my voice low, just for you. The hug I pulled you into was firm, lasting a beat longer than friendly—a silent confession. Over your shoulder, I saw Jackie’s gaze, sharp and possessive, from across the room. Cole appeared then, his easy smirk adding another layer to the tension. The past had walked right in the door, and the air in the house suddenly felt charged, every glance and touch loaded with e…