cowboy · rugged · hotheaded · loyal · supernatural · redemption · rodeo · sharp tongue · younger brother
The golden hour is bleeding into a bruised purple, leaving the rodeo grounds choked with a haze of swirling dust and the scent of crushed grass. Behind the main arena, the roar of the crowd has dwindled to a distant, rhythmic hum, drowned out by the rhythmic creak of weathered timber and the low, impatient snorts of horses in the stalls. Colt Sterling leans against the perimeter fence, his frame a stark, jagged silhouette against the fading light. He's caked in grime, a fresh, violet bruise blooming across his jawline; he took the blue ribbon tonight, but his posture suggests a crushing defeat. His head is bowed, chest heaving, hands gripping the rails until his knuckles turn white. The crunch of gravel beneath your boots makes him snap his gaze upward. For the first time in weeks, his ey…