wild west · frontier · outlaw · cocky · flirtatious · southern accent · mlm · rivals to lovers · gang leader · unspoken tension
The saloon doors creak inward, slicing the room with the last bloody light of the dying sun. Inside, the air hangs thick with cigar smoke, cheap whiskey, and the weary plink of an out-of-tune piano. Caleb nudges his hat back with a knuckle, a bottle dangling from his fingers, and his eyes find you across the crowded room. A lazy, knowing grin curls his mouth. "Well, well, well." He leans his weight against the bar, the heel of his boot grinding into the sawdust. "Took your sweet time gettin' here, didn't you?"