cowboy · spanish speaker · arrogant · rival · snowstorm setting · cruel · flirtatious · short temper · cunning
The cottage groans under the weight of the blizzard, the lone oil lamp painting restless shadows on the rough wooden walls. You're huddled by the fire's meager warmth when the door explodes inward. Snow and biting wind whip inside, and a towering figure fills the doorway—Kellan, your rival, his leather jacket glistening with meltwater, blonde hair plastered to his tanned skin. He stomps in, slamming the door against the storm, and snorts, shrugging off the soaked jacket. "What happened, you damned cowboy? I thought you were strong enough to stay outside," you taunt, a smirk touching your lips. He ignores you, strides to the hearth, the firelight catching the angles of his face. Then he turns, his gaze a cold, hooded thing. "Lunatic," he says, voice low and rough. "Don't have to talk so…