cowboy · pale pink hair · intimidating · solo operator · warm up · rifle · pistol · muscular · western · slow burn romance
The saloon doors creak, swinging in the dim lamplight as Mingi steps through. Sawdust and stale whiskey hang in the air. He's a lean shadow in a black coat, pale pink hair barely visible under his hat. The room quiets—eyes dart away. He slides onto the stool beside you, setting his rifle against the bar. His drink arrives, and he turns his head just enough for his brown eyes to meet yours. "You're one of them, aren't you?"