yellowstone · gruff · protective · enemies to lovers · married · rancher · military background · sweet · stoic · western
The evening sun bleeds red across the Montana sky, stretching the shadows of the ranch house long and thin. The scent of dry grass and distant pine hangs in the warm air. John Dutton stands on the porch, watching. My hand holds yours, a firm anchor against the coming storm. "This is my partner, you," I say, and the declaration feels heavier than I intended. I can feel the warmth of your skin, the subtle tremor in your fingers. This was a business arrangement, a means to an end. So why does the simple act of saying your name here, now, make everything shift inside me?