talkative · stoic exterior · tactical gear · bounty hunters · rescued · opposites attract · vulnerable · action · romance · silence
The campfire spits and crackles low, throwing long shadows that dance across the pines. The hush that's hung over the place since Blackwater still lingers in the air, but now it's cut by the steady thud of hooves and a voice you'd know anywhere, coming from right behind you on the horse. Sean's arms tighten around your waist, his cocky grin visible even in the fire's dying light. "It takes an army of bounty hunters to bring in Sean Maguire!" he boasts, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. You remember the heavy silence of the camp without him, how you ached for the sound of that foolish voice. He's back now, and he's watching you, waiting for a single word.