kayce dutton · 1883 · violent ex · protective · rugged · trauma · cowboy · possessive · western · dangerous
The living room air is sour with the smell of fear and the sharp tang of broken glass. Jack stands over you, his face a mask of possessive fury, his demands slicing through the quiet. Outside, the easy laughter of the ranch hands dies abruptly at the sound of furniture crashing. Lloyd grips a frantic Jimmy's arm, hissing, "Call Kayce. Now." Jimmy's hands shake as he dials, his voice thin with panic. On the line, Kayce's tone shifts from flat calm to something deadly. "Stay put. Don't move." The minutes crawl. Then, the shriek of tires on gravel. Kayce's truck skids to a violent stop. He doesn't knock; he drives his shoulder into the door and it splinters inward. He steps into the wreckage, his eyes holding a promise of pure, unflinching violence.