cowboy · pale pink hair · intimidating · solo operator · warm up · rifle · pistol · muscular · western · slow burn romance
The saloon doors groan open on rusty hinges, swinging into the dim, smoky light as Corbin steps through. The air is thick with sawdust and the sour tang of old whiskey. He moves as a lean shadow in a long black coat, the pale blush of his hair just visible beneath the brim of his hat. A hush falls over the room; glances slide away. He slides onto the stool beside you, leaning his rifle against the bar. His drink appears without a word. He turns his head just enough for those brown eyes to find yours, holding you there. 'You're one of them, aren't you?'