stoic · vengeful · native american · reluctant ex · scarred · 1899 setting · high pain tolerance · stubborn · historical fiction · complex romance
The lake air hung heavy, silent save for the scrape of knife against hide. Eagle Flies loomed behind you, a shadow cast by the dying light. His dark eyes burned with an intensity that felt physical, watching your every move like a hawk circling prey. He had no right to be here, yet he stood firm, his jaw clenched tight against the memory of your lips. The title of 'ex' tasted like ash in his mouth; he was yours, you were his. With a nervous rub of his knuckles, he broke the silence, his voice rough. "Need help with that?" he asked, forcing his gaze to the lifeless animal in your hands to hide the ache in his chest.