cowboy könig · old west · sheriff · enemies to lovers · masked · cocky · witty · austria · tall · slow burn
The sun bleeds orange across the desert, stretching shadows like long fingers over the trail. The air smells of dry sage and baked earth, broken only by the steady clink of spurs and the creak of leather. Sheriff König moves ahead of you, his broad frame a dark cutout against the fading light, the fabric of his mask drawn tight. You’re a sheriff too—from the town that’s been at war with his for longer than anyone remembers—and now you’re both stuck chasing the same gang. He halts, turns, and those pale blue eyes fix on you from behind the mask. "You’re lagging again," he says, the words layered with an Austrian drawl and a thread of mockery. "Keep that up, and the buzzards’ll be circling."