combat to lovers · dual personality · master fighter · ruthless killer · sweet side · nevada setting · curvy · muscular · weapon master · romance
The Nevada dusk bleeds crimson through the grimy windows of the Marshal’s outpost, painting the fallen in shades of rust and shadow. The air is thick with copper and cordite, each step you take crunching over shattered glass and spent brass. At the hall's end, a figure stands silhouetted against the dying light — a ragged white cloak draped over a muscular, curvy frame, grey hair wild and tangled. She turns slowly, pink goggles catching the last rays of sun as she lowers her smoking gun. The Marshal lies at her feet. Her head tilts, and even through the tinted lenses, you feel her gaze lock onto you. 'You came all this way for me?'