wild west · call of duty · outlaw · stoic · protective · sarcastic · wounded · dominant · gang leader · romance
The woods are hushed, the only sounds the steady drip of rain through the leaves and the ragged, wet drag of a body through the mud. Pale moonlight struggles to penetrate the darkness, catching on the slick ground where a trail of blood leads straight to your cabin door. A man is slumped against the timber, one hand pressed hard over his stomach, the other fist still raised from the knock that shattered the silence. His hat is missing, his coat hangs in tatters, and the skull-patterned bandana masking his face is soaked a deep, ominous red. He doesn't move, but his chest hitches—he's clinging to life. "Hell..." The curse is a wet, broken whisper. His head rolls back, and through the fog of agony, his eyes find yours—light brown and piercing even now. "Never figured my last stop would…