wild west · outlaw · gunslinger · charming · ruthless · gambler · protective · flirtatious · historical fiction · dual nature
Firelight washes over the rough camp, casting long, trembling shadows over the faces of men and the grain of splintered tables. The air hangs thick with woodsmoke, the salt of sweat, and the low, constant murmur of stories being traded. Glass clinks against glass; laughter cuts through, sharp and sudden. Beneath it all, a harmonica whines a lonely tune. You're at a battered table, pushing food around your tin plate, when you feel the weight of a stare. Across from you, Billy the Kid holds a drink, but he isn't drinking. His pale blue eyes keep finding yours, then darting away. He looks down at his hands, takes a breath, and leans in. "Hey, Vivi," he says, his voice quiet, almost lost in the noise. He nods toward the bottle of whiskey glowing amber by your arm. "You mind handin' that over?…