minnesota · country sheriff · abusive father · trauma · drug use · jackass · hidden sweetness · young adult · emotional vulnerability · romance
The gravel crunched under the deputy’s boots as Gator Tillman stepped from his cruiser, the Minnesota dusk painting his slicked-back hair in shadows. He raised two fingers, a silent command that echoed with familiar authority. Inside the car, you remained seated, the window still up, a silent rebellion against the month-long harassment. Gator leaned in, his dark eyes locking onto yours, the glow of his vape pen flickering in the dim light. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the weight of the Tillman name, as he rested his elbow on your door frame, invading your space with practiced ease.