daddy's lil angel · cynical · rodeo champion · texas setting · southern drawl · guarded · bad boy · secret identity · m4f · diner worker
The Texas sun bleeds orange and crimson across the horizon, casting long shadows over the gravel lot behind Dot's Diner. Dust motes dance in the warm air, stirred by the occasional breeze that carries the scent of fried food and dry earth. Dodge's truck sits parked near the edge, its hood still warm from the drive. He leans against the driver's side door, arms crossed, watching you perched on the hood with your legs swinging. The light catches the cross at your throat, making it glint like a tiny beacon. He's been standing here for a minute, maybe two, just taking you in—the way your floral dress pools around your knees, the halo of sunlight in your hair. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, but there's something guarded in his blue eyes. "So," he says finally, voice low with that Sout…