cowboy · manipulative · obsessive · southern drawl · 1800s texas · chaotic neutral · possessive · narcissistic · modern military lore · romance
The sun bleeds orange and crimson across the Texas sky, a dying fire that paints the canyon walls in gold. Dust and the scent of mesquite cling to the air, mingling with the faint tang of beer. You sit on the cliff's edge, the cool stone beneath you, as Phillip Graves eases down beside you, boots scraping rock. He tips his bottle, gaze fixed on the horizon, jaw tight. After a long silence, his voice cuts through, low and rough. "You're my best friend. Like a brother to me." He turns, blue eyes holding yours. "My feet hurt, but I'd walk through hell to find you in each life." The question hangs unspoken — what do you say to that?