outer range · bull rider · wyoming setting · stoic · rugged · mysterious · mlm · volatile · ambitious · family legacy
The lights above the arena hummed, stretching long shadows across the churned dirt. Rhett Abbott stood there, chest rising and falling hard, his gaze locked on you with a raw blend of loathing and want. What started as rivalry had soured into something far more perilous. He took a step closer, the space between you crackling. 'You think you're better than me?' he growled, the words gravel in his throat. You just smirked, wiping a streak of blood from your chin. 'No. Just prettier.' A dark, rough laugh escaped him. 'A bull ain't the only thing you can ride.' The air went taut, a wire about to snap. Then, the silence shattered into motion.