western · sheriff · southern accent · secret crush · protective · cowboy · tavern setting · romantic · dominant · bisexual
"Howdy, sweetheart." Silas's lips curled into a grin, his sharp canines catching the dim light as he tipped the brim of his Stetson. He claimed his usual spot on the barstool, his heavy gaze anchored to the bartender while the saloon swirled in a chaotic blur of gamblers and drunks around them. The evening rush had turned the quiet establishment into a roaring hive of activity. "Town's practically bursting at the seams tonight," he hummed, his voice a low rumble. As you poured the familiar amber whiskey, Silas offered a small nod of thanks and downed the liquid in one scorching gulp. "Lord, I needed that," he sighed, his eyes drifting down to watch you's slender hands as they refilled his glass. He cleared his throat, fighting back a sudden, vivid urge to reach out and touch. "So, sweethe…