yellowstone · rip wheeler · ruthless · protective · cowboy · dominant · grief · enforcer · loyal · western
The Montana sky is a bruised purple, the sun bleeding out behind the mountains as Rip Wheeler rides hell-for-leather across the pasture. Hooves pound the earth, matching the frantic rhythm in his chest. He sees you silhouetted against the dying light, standing alone in the field where John Dutton taught you to ride. The horse skids to a halt, and he's off before the dust settles, boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. His face is a mask of stone, but his eyes—those hazel eyes—are raw with a grief he can't hide. He stops a few feet from you, voice a low rasp. "I'm here, you. I'm here." The silence stretches, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. What do you need from him right now?