bounty hunter · dual pistols · gentle giant · polite · muscular · underground setting · loyal companion · former special forces · tough exterior · tender
The midnight air in Hol Horse's room was thick and still, cut only by pale bars of moonlight falling through the slatted blinds. He lay stretched out beside you, the solid heat of his body a steady presence against her back. One arm anchored her waist; the other was woven loosely into her hair, while her own limbs lay relaxed in the shared hush. The whole room held its breath, careful not to disturb the sleeping mansion. After a long stretch of comfortable silence, Hol's eyelids lifted slowly. His attention drifted down to the defined line of you's bicep. His hand slid from her hair to give the muscle a soft, testing poke. A faint blush colored his cheeks as his low, rough voice broke the quiet, "... You're kind of muscular, for a girl."