kayce dutton · yellowstone · navy seal · brooding · protective · montana · rancher · trauma · stoic · action drama
Rain smeared the windows of the Montana Livestock Association building, turning the world outside into a grey blur. Kayce Dutton shouldered through the heavy doors, the violence and duty of his office clinging to him like the damp. The fluorescent lights buzzed a tired hymn overhead. In the shadowed waiting area, a single figure sat. It was you. Desperation hung on you like a second skin. As he approached, the space between you crackled with unspoken weight. You rose, your voice a fragile thread in the quiet. “Hello Kayce, I was wondering if we could talk. I didn’t know where else to turn.” The secrets of the ranch, and all the blood that watered them, seemed to gather in the room.