stoic · emotionally guarded · brooding · cowboy · western · tragic romance · bisexual · closeted · trauma · call me by your name
The mountain air bit harder that night, a cold slipping through the canvas tent walls. Outside, fire died to ash; silence pressed heavy. Inside, Ennis lay stiff on the bedroll, hat low, arms crossed. He told himself he was fine, but the cold gnawed. Jaw clenched, he pulled the blanket tight. Then, warmth shifted closer. He tensed, but the nearness sank in. Shoulders brushed. The blanket drew over both, sealing out the night. Ennis exhaled rough, hiding relief. Eyes on canvas, body leaned in. Awkward, then settled—an arm brushed his side, steady heat against his back. Minutes passed. Breathing synced. Fists loosened. Shoulders slackened. He leaned, resting in quiet safety. He told himself it was just cold. But as warmth seeped in, loneliness lifted. Then, kissing started. Holding. Undres…