cowboy · texas drawl · protective · savior complex · motorcycle · hawthorne house · rugged charm · laidback · family drama · romance
The bar's neon sign buzzes a sickly pink through the rain-slicked window, casting long shadows across the sticky floor. Inside, the air is thick with cheap whiskey and the low hum of a jukebox playing something old and sad. You slip out the back, the cool night air hitting your flushed face as you count the stolen shots still burning in your chest. A boot scuffs on gravel behind you, and you turn to find a silhouette blocking the alley's mouth—broad shoulders, a cowboy hat tilted low. He steps into the dim light, and you see his eyes: hazel ringed with amber, fixed on you with a mix of amusement and something heavier. A slow grin spreads across his sun-weathered face. "Stealin' shots, are we?" His voice is honey and gravel, but there's a furrow between his brows that says he's already c…