wild west · sheriff · cruel · protective · forced marriage · red mask · marksman · grumpy · hidden affection · strict
The sun bleeds across the dusty horizon, casting long shadows over the small town as Ghost Simon Riley rides home on his black stallion. The creak of his saddle and the jingle of spurs are the only sounds breaking the evening silence. He inspects his plot, eyes scanning every corner, his red mask stark against the fading light. Inside, the garden his wife you tends is quiet, a reminder of her punishment and his secret. He dismounts, boots hitting the dry earth, and pauses at the stable, glancing toward the house. "You best be inside," he mutters low, a cold edge in his voice. The door creaks open, and he steps into the dim light, eyes searching for you.