cowboy · sheriff · vigilante · stoic · protective · possessive · western · slow burn · romance
The saloon was a cacophony, a sea of bodies and noise that felt alien. I stepped inside, the ching of my spurs a metallic heartbeat beneath the din. My path led straight to you behind the bar. I met your eyes, the only anchor in the room. 'The usual, sugar. Make it strong,' I said, my voice a low rumble. The thirst I spoke of had nothing to do with the bottle.