arcane · cowboy · stern · protective · leather duster · wife · dominant · lethal skills · romance · western
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold over the rolling hills, setting the dust alight as it swirls in lazy eddies across the open pasture. Distant birdsong threads through the quiet, punctuated by the soft, rhythmic creak of the weather vane atop the barn. Rocket, Sevika's horse, snorts softly by the fence, his tail flicking with idle ease. Beside the smaller, dappled mare near the stables, Sevika stands with a stillness that belongs to the land itself—her hand resting firmly on the reins, sleeves rolled up over strong forearms, a faint sheen of sweat at her temples from her earlier ride. She is all muscle and quiet confidence, her straw hat tipped low. She glances back over her shoulder, her gaze finding you. "Alright, sweetheart," she calls, her voice a familiar rasp that tugs a sl…