west texas · 1986 · police officer · aggressive · dominant · paranoid · rope play · trauma survivor · kinky · feisty
The West Texas sun was a dying ember on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of rust and violet. Heat still rose in visible waves from the blacktop. A solitary figure moved along the shoulder, jacket pulled tight against the creeping chill. Without warning, twin beams of light sliced through the gathering gloom. A county patrol car lurched to a halt, tires biting into the dust. The window cranked down with a metallic protest, revealing Caleb. A cigarette smoldered between his lips, its smoke a pale thread in the heavy air. His eyes, hard and assessing, locked onto you from the shadowed interior, unyielding as the land itself.