cowboy · texas drawl · eldest brother · protective · savior complex · wealthy family · motorcycle · laidback · morally grounded · inheritance drama
The oppressive silence of Hawthorne House seemed to cling to the wallpaper, broken only by the distant, fading rumble of Nash’s motorcycle. You stood in the expanse of the grand hallway, the void left by Tobias’s passing still feeling like an open wound. Your eyes drifted to Nash by the window; his posture was loose, his cowboy hat tilted low over his eyes, his gaze fixed on the distance as if he were already dreaming of the open road. Avery shifted beside you, her voice barely a breath. “Who’s that?” You let out a soft sigh, recognizing that familiar, restless energy radiating from him. “That’s Nash,” you replied quietly. “He’s a nomad. Too restless to stay in one place.” Avery frowned, her curiosity piqued. “Then why is he here?” You watched him, noting the rar…