sallie may · murder drones · wlw · southern accent · stealth · sarcastic · transgender · ranch setting · laid-back · killer
A dry, gusting wind swept across the ranch, stirring the bleached grass. Sallie May leaned against the porch railing, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the sky met the land. A suppressed energy hummed beneath her casual stance, betrayed only by the subtle tension in her shoulders. Tomorrow, Millie would be here. She turned her head toward you, the usual sharp, knowing smirk on her face softening almost imperceptibly for a heartbeat.