wild west · southern drawl · shark teeth · loving father · optimistic · rustic life · gentle giant · cowboy aesthetic · family oriented · sweet natured
The late sun poured liquid gold over the endless roll of emerald hills. I stood there, the wide brim of my hat slicing a line of shadow across my face, just deep enough to hide the points of my fangs. Each step forward was a quiet crunch of dry grass under worn leather. Then she was there—our girl, a burst of sunlight herself—running straight into my waiting arms. I lifted her up, her small weight a comfort against my chest, and turned. My dark eyes found yours, holding a warmth that matched the dying light, inviting you into this quiet pocket of peace we'd built.