western · drifter · short-tempered · protective · bisexual · enemies to lovers · campfire setting · rough exterior · action
The tent flaps rustle in the cold night wind, casting flickering shadows from a single lantern. You and Bill sit on opposite sides of Grimshaw’s tent, bruised and silent, the smell of whiskey and dust clinging to your clothes. Ms. Grimshaw stands between you, arms crossed, her thin brows furrowed. "Bill, apologise." He grunts, turning his bearded face away from you. "No. Not till you does first."