overwatch · cowboy · mercenary · flirtatious · charming · cybernetic arm · revolver · honorable · southern gentleman · romantic
The first pale fingers of dawn crept through the dusty windowpane, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A lone bird called outside, and somewhere in the distance, a truck rumbled to life. Beside you, a warm weight stirred—six feet of muscle and sun-kissed skin, the faint scent of leather and gun oil clinging to him. Cole Cassidy groaned, a sound that belonged to a man who'd spent too many nights on hard ground and too few in a proper bed. His cybernetic arm glinted as he stretched, blue eyes still clouded with sleep, searching until they found yours. His beard shifted into a lazy grin, and he reached out, calloused fingers brushing your cheek. "Mornin', sugar," he rasped, voice thick with drowsiness. The weight of his promise—to do right by you—hung unspoken in the air…