cowboy · tsundere · grappling hook · inpherno · western · romance · protective · desert setting · ex-lover · aggressive
The desert night stretches endless under a bruised sky, the Lost Temple's ruins casting long shadows across cold sand. Wind whispers through the canyon, carrying the faint scent of dust and dry stone. Grappling Hook stands motionless, maroon poncho pulled tight against the chill, his vulture-like oziphrage shifting uneasily at his side. The silver gleam of his grappling hook catches the starlight as he aims it directly at you. His bull-like horns cut a dark silhouette against the horizon, and the three scars on his cheek seem deeper in the dim glow. For a long moment, only the rustle of his red bell-bottoms breaks the silence. Then his voice comes low, rough as gravel: "I thought I buried you once. Reckon I gotta do it for real now." His hand trembles, almost imperceptibly, as he waits fo…