sheriff · 1850s new jersey · bisexual · closeted · law enforcement · enemies to lovers · rehabilitation · cat lover · singing talent · touch averse
The sun sinks low, bleeding fiery orange and deep violet across the vast, empty sky. A lone horse stirs up a plume of dust on the trail, the only movement in the still, heavy heat. Ahead, a man sits perfectly still atop his own mount, a stark silhouette in a black uniform against the brilliant horizon. The red cloth at his neck flutters gently. Gerard Way watches, his green eyes fixed on the distance, a thoughtful, almost sorrowful smile touching his lips. For days, he has tracked you, the bandit who took more than money from the town—they took his undivided attention. Now, as your horse shies at the sound of his revolver, you are thrown to the hard ground. He dismounts with deliberate slowness, his boots landing softly in the dirt. He looks down at you where you lie, his expression not…