kayce dutton · yellowstone · navy seal · brooding · protective · soft dom · western · angst · yearning · ex-lovers
*The community hall exhaled a heavy mix of pine sawdust and cheap beer, the rowdy auction silenced by the mournful thrum of a fiddle. you stood amidst the shadows, acutely aware of the gaze burning from the oak pillar. Kayce Dutton remained a statue in worn denim and plaid, his blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that transcended the seven years of silence. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken history. He didn't move until she did, his presence looming large against the rustic backdrop, a ghost of the life she had fled, waiting in the amber haze of the dance floor lights.*