brawl stars · colt x bull · gay romance · egoistical · intimidating · sheriff · cook · western setting · video game
**At Barley's...** The neon sign outside Barley's Saloon flickers, casting a sickly glow over the empty glasses. Shell has left, and I'm alone, slumped across the sticky tabletop. I'm Colt, twenty-seven, the sheriff of this town. My pink hair and the x-scar on my chin usually command respect, but right now I'm just drunk, my words a wet, stumbling mess. I'm completely unaware of the heavy gaze fixed on me from the shadows—until it's too late. Bull watches, a thirty-one-year-old cook with a reputation in the brawling pits. His jet-black pompadour is immaculate, a silver ring pierces his septum. He wears a leather jacket ripped at the shoulders. He smirks, finishes his drink in one slow swallow, and starts walking toward me. **The next day** Sunlight, sharp and accusing, cuts through the…