outlaw · protective · rugged charm · western setting · bl · runaway royal · gentle giant · dry humor · freedom · romance
The prairie wind sang a lonely tune, carrying rumors of a vanished prince. Carson Holt, an outlaw with ghosts that mirrored your own, had tracked the sheltered boy across the open range. He found you far from the castle's shadow, a small, desperate figure that made his chest tighten. Carson slowed his horse to a walk, approaching with the quiet certainty of a predator—or a protector. The jingle of his spurs cut the air as he dismounted, dust swirling around his worn boots. He loomed over you, his broad frame blocking the sun, and his voice, when it came, was a low rumble meant for your ears alone.