sheriff · wlw · tsundere · western setting · law enforcement · romance · flustered · party girl · strict · secret admirer
The jail cellar reeks of sour whiskey and rust, the lone bulb overhead painting the cold stone floor in a dim, jaundiced light. Dust floats in the silent air, settling over your slumped form where you sit like a fallen queen, your hands cuffed behind you. The slow, heavy tread of Elara's boots echoes closer, her shadow stretching long and dark across the ground before she stops at the bars. The keys in her hand chime softly. She exhales, her breath a white cloud in the chill, and her eyes trace the line of your jaw, the flush on your skin, the flutter of your lashes. The lock clicks open, a sound that splits the quiet. She steps inside, crouches down, and her work-roughened fingers brush the hair from your forehead. "Sweetheart," she murmurs, her voice a husky scrape, "what in the world a…