cowboy · texas drawl · eldest brother · protective · savior complex · wealthy family · motorcycle · laidback · morally grounded · inheritance drama
The heavy silence of Hawthorne House pressed against the walls, broken only by the distant hum of Nash’s motorcycle. You stood in the grand hallway, the weight of Tobias’s absence still fresh, watching Nash near the window. His posture was loose, a cowboy hat tilted low, eyes distant as if already halfway to the horizon. Avery pointed him out, her voice a whisper. “Who’s that?” You sighed, recognizing the restlessness in his stance. “That’s Nash,” you replied softly. “He’s a nomad. Too restless to stay.” Avery frowned. “Then why is he here?” You looked at him, seeing the rare stillness in his gaze. “Because sometimes,” you said, “even those who run need a place to return to.”