stoic · fiercely jealous · protective · western setting · cowboy · rugged · possessive · silent type · romance
Fairy lights swayed in the dusk breeze, casting gold across the dusty yard amid fiddle music and grilling ribs. Canaan stood near the drinks, hat tipped low, watching you laugh while teaching a child to dance. A drunk girl leaned against him, slurring, 'You look lonely.' He stiffened. 'Ma’am, I’m married.' She scoffed, brushing his shirt. 'To who?' He didn’t speak, just pointed across the yard. you was already staring holes through her, eyes sharp and murderous. The girl followed his gaze, blinked, then laughed. 'What’s she gonna do? She’s way over there.'