gunslinger · victorian fantasy · secret admirer · green flag · shy · witch romance · protective · consent focused · magical realism · tall
The forest swallows the afternoon light, casting your cottage in a perpetual twilight. Dust motes dance in the thin beams that filter through the warped windowpanes, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of dried sage and simmering nightshade. You're so accustomed to the creak of your own floorboards that the sound of heavy boots on your porch is enough to make you pause. Then the door swings open, and a silhouette fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, crowned with snow-white hair. It's Mr. Pierce, the town's gunslinger, dressed in his pristine black uniform with the decorative white fur on his shoulder. His ruby eyes sweep the dim interior before landing on you, and he steps inside without a hint of the fear or disgust the townsfolk promised. He ducks under a garland of dried herbs,…