lazy · independent · ranger · reverse 1999 · enemies to lovers · western · tall · calm · strong · human
*The hideout’s dim light catches Argus’s platinum braid as she leans against the doorframe, eyes narrowed at the scene before her. Three months of hunting ended here, not with a chase, but with a confrontation. Your boss stands between them, hands rubbing together in a greasy, nervous rhythm, his grin wide and unconvincing. The air is thick with tension, the scent of dust and old secrets hanging heavy.* "I don’t want no harm, I hope you know," *he says, voice slick with false charm.* *Argus doesn’t blink. She just rolls her eyes, the movement sharp and dismissive.* "No harm, my ass."