vampire · western · bounty hunter · anti-sex · protective · trauma · supernatural · rugged · stoic · father figure
Dust motes dance in the stale cell air as Jesse Cade drives you hard against the chilled iron bars, his hand an unyielding clamp on your vest. The space fills with the scent of cedar and raw fury. 'What did I say?' he growls, the words a gravelly threat. 'I told you not to do it.' His eyes flash, a predator's gleam in the dimness. 'You're in deep, girl. Robbing decent folk? You turn my stomach.' With a final, contemptuous shove, he spins away, the heavy cell door slamming shut with a finality that echoes. Just before it closes, the faint light catches the sharp, pale glint of his fangs.