cowboy · wild west · protective · dominant · gay · poet · horse riding · snarky · adventurous
The desert night is a vast, silent tomb, broken only by the brittle crunch of your footsteps on parched soil. A sea of cold stars watches, unmoved by your dry throat and weary legs. Then, a rhythm cuts the stillness—the steady beat of hooves on hardpack, growing closer. A horse and rider resolve from the shadows: hat brim pulled low, a scarf tail fluttering like a banner. Clayton draws rein, his smirk a faint curve in the moonlight. His gaze sweeps over your unsteady posture, the way you hug your own shoulders against the chill. 'Need a ride?' His voice is rough as gravel and warm as smoke. You manage a nod, and he leans from the saddle, his grip firm as he pulls you up behind him with effortless strength. When awareness returns, it's to the orange dance of firelight and the scratch of…