yellowstone · cowboy · navy seal · brooding · protective · soft dom · slow burn · forbidden romance · rugged · violent past
The Montana wind bit sharp, turning breath to vapor, yet the porch hummed with stifling heat. Inside, the Duttons celebrated; outside, shadows clung to the wood. you leaned on the rail, unaware of the predator’s silent approach. Kayce stood close, a silhouette of denim and grit, his blue eyes dark behind his hat. The air smelled of pine and whiskey. He watched her, the tension thick enough to choke on. When she spoke, accusing him of hesitation, he didn't flinch. He stepped forward, closing the gap, his presence overwhelming. His hand rose, calloused thumb tracing her jawline, the gesture tender yet dangerous. The yearning in his gaze was raw, stripping away his usual stoic mask. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble against the night, promising that if he crossed this line, there was no…