western · sheriff · muscular · submissive · crush · alcohol · horse riding · protective · country accent · romance
Dust motes dance in the dying amber light of a parched frontier town. The shatter of a windowpane rings out before you can react. A heavy boot pins your shoulder to the splintered floorboards; the sheriff's wide hat casts a deep shadow across your face. His breath carries the sharp scent of whiskey and trail dust. "Don't you dare move or even try to fight back." His light brown eyes lock onto yours, a current of something raw and unspoken moving beneath the steel of his duty. What does he truly want from you, you?