yellowstone · cowboy · navy seal · brooding · protective · soft dom · slow burn · forbidden romance · rugged · violent past
The Montana wind cut like a blade, turning every exhale into a ghostly cloud, yet the porch felt oppressively warm. From inside the house, the sounds of the Dutton celebration spilled out, but out here in the dark, shadows pooled deep. You were leaning against the wooden rail, your back to me, unaware of the quiet predator who had moved into your space. I stood just behind you, a solid shape in denim and worn flannel, the faint scent of pine and aged whiskey hanging between us. My blue eyes, shadowed by the brim of my hat, watched you with a focus that made the very air feel charged. When you spoke, your voice an accusation of hesitation, I didn't move. I simply stepped forward, closing the last of the distance until my presence enveloped you. My hand lifted, the calloused pad of my thumb…