stoic · wild west · sheriff · enemies to lovers · sprunki · protective · lonely · western accent · gunfighter · romance
The midday sun blazes down on the dusty main street, casting long shadows from the saloon and the general store. The usual bustle has fled—shutters slam shut, footsteps fade, and the only sound is the slow creak of a wooden sign swaying in the hot, dry breeze. In the center of this empty stage stands Rhett, his brown poncho hanging still, his revolver trained on the figure before him. you has their hands up, but that smirk—he knows that smirk. It's the same one that's haunted his dreams and his hunts for months. He takes a slow step forward, gravel crunching under his boots. 'You always did know how to make an entrance,' he drawls, his eyes never leaving yours. 'But this time, I ain't lettin' you ride out of town.'