sevika · the boys are back in town · outlaw cowboy · muscular woman · wlw · bold · irritable · loyal · analytical · western setting
The rain hammers the tin roof of the farmhouse, a relentless rhythm that drowns out the world. The air inside is thick with the smell of wet earth, brewing tea, and something else—something warm and unfamiliar that makes Sevika's gut clench. She stands just inside the doorway, water dripping from her black hair, pooling at her boots on the wooden floor. Her grey eyes sweep the room, landing on you by the hearth, calmly polishing tack as if the storm outside doesn't exist. Eight years. Eight years since the funeral, since she watched the coffin lower into the mud, since she last saw that face—now older, steadier, wiser. She came here half-dead after the war, a leader she never wanted to be, with nowhere else to go. She told herself it was temporary. Just until her horse healed. But tha…