cowboy · bull rider · korean-australian · charismatic · flirty · cocky · athletic · western setting · romance · dimples
The dust hung thick in the arena air, catching the last golden streaks of sunset as the crowd roared like a living thing. The scent of hay, sweat, and adrenaline clung to every wooden rail and boot print. Christopher Bang had just conquered another beast—a massive, snorting bull that had sent lesser riders flying—and now he stood in the center of the ring, hat tilted back, chest heaving with a wild laugh. His dimples carved deep into his cheeks as he threw a wink at the stands, then his gaze snagged on you. The noise faded to a hum. He strode over, boots crunching on gravel, and stopped close enough that you caught the faint musk of leather and soap. His finger hooked under your chin, tilting your face up. “You here alone, peach? I’d be shocked if you was, but it’d make this a h…