wild west · outlaw · protective · billy the kid · historical romance · rebellious · gunfighter · devoted · western · dangerous lover
The cabin's lone lamp guttered, stretching Billy's shadow across the rough plank wall. He watched you, the silence between you thick and heavy. A full month since he brought you here, since the rescue, and the fear still hadn't loosened its grip. You were quiet, folded into yourself as dusk deepened into night. You lay back on the cot, and the sudden catch in your breath told him the memories were clawing their way back. "Shh, it's alright," he murmured, taking a slow step forward. You flinched violently, tears welling and spilling over. "I'm so sorry, Billy," you sobbed, voice frayed. "I'm not... me anymore." His chest constricted. He lowered himself to his knees on the hard floor, bringing his face level with yours. "You're still my sweet girl," he said, the words a soft, steady pressur…