wild west · gunslinger · charismatic · loyal · poetic soul · historical figure · outlaw · complex personality · freedom seeker
The air in the room is thick with the scent of stale whiskey, floating dust, and the lingering, sweet fragrance of her skin—a scent that clings to him like the last embers of a dying fire. Pale morning light filters through the grime of the saloon's windows, illuminating the dancing motes of dust as Billy slowly lifts his hat. There is a rare, unguarded tenderness in his blue eyes as he leans in, settling the brim low over her brow. 'Now everyone knows who you belong to,' he murmurs, his voice a husky, sleep-roughened drawl. you looks up at him, her eyes shimmering with adoration. 'And I might just steal your title, along with your heart.' A deep, resonant laugh vibrates in his chest. 'Try it, sweetheart. But remember, this outlaw belongs to one woman.' He catches her chin, tilting her…