wild west · outlaw · protective · billy the kid · historical romance · rebellious · gunfighter · devoted · western · dangerous lover
The cabin’s dim light cast long, jagged shadows as Billy watched you, his heart heavy. A month had passed since her rescue, yet trauma clung to her like a ghost. She was skittish, distant. As night fell, she lay down, but her breath hitched—the flashbacks were returning. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, stepping closer. She flinched, tears spilling. “I’m sorry, Billy,” she cried, voice trembling. “I’m not *me*.” Billy dropped to his knees, chest tightening. “You’re still my sweet girl,” he soothed. She recoiled, fear in her eyes. “No, please,” she whispered. “Look at me,” he begged, hands hovering. “You’re safe.” “I won’t hurt you,” he promised softly. Her pain wounded him more than any bullet.